Destroyed and broken she had nowhere to go.
Surrounded by people but, always alone.
She wore a mask to show she had a backbone.
Behind closed doors she used the knives and thorns to make a throne.
If the walls could talk, they would scream out with her pain.
The floors, walls, and doors are covered with bloodstain.
She used to be as sweet as sugarcane.
Bitter like cocaine, she has nothing to keep her sane.
Destroyed and broken she stands against the hurricane.
Done with the pain, she takes a chain that's wrapped with wolfs bane.
Beautiful poison in hand she is ready to go again.
Let's play the game because she's going to win again again and again . Happy birthday Dr. 🎂
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