Look at her - She feels exactly like I do,
She stares down at the floor when people talk to her,
She tries to open up to other people,
But then love makes her heart crippled.

She nervously smiles at you when you give her a compliment,
She shakes her hands when she doesn't know what to do,
She can't stare you in the eyes,
Because she sees the perfection she can never have.

She stores her body parts of perfection in the freezer,
And realizes this is the person she can always hold,
She looks down at her sewn body,
And listens to the distorted figure she admirably loves.

She cuts out all of the corrupted pieces of flesh,
She screams in pain and never lets go,
She wants to die but looks farther beyond,
And sees her sewn friend who (like her) is full of flesh and blood.

What she doesn't realize though is that dead materials can't fill your needs,
They can only break you and time will eventually be used up,
So she sleeps with her victim of fake fulfilled needs,
And shes waiting for that day where she can find her next victim.