I've been contemplating suicide. but it really doesn't suit my style. so I think I'll just act bored instead. who can take (alt: And Contain) the blood I would've shed?. . She makes me feel so ugly (alt: so weary) (alt: so ill at ease). my heart is really on it's knees. but I keep a poker face so well. that even mother couldn't tell. . But my baby's so vain. she is almost a mirror. and the sound of her name. sends a permanent shiver down my. SPINE. . I keep her photograph against my heart. for in my life she plays a starring part. all alcohol and cigarettes. there is no room for cheap regrets. . But my baby's so vain. she is almost a mirror. and the sound of her name. sends a permanent shiver down my. SPINE. . She makes me feel so ugly. my heart is really on it's knees. but I keep a poker face so well. that even mother couldn't tell. . But my baby's so vain. she is almost a mirror. and the sound of her name. sends a perennial shiver down my. SPIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIIII-YI-YIYIYI-INE.