I was born down
so I like to dress up
I dress up
to hide from myself
I dress up
to find anyone else
I gossip with the walls,
hold all my calls
I step outside on occasion
to remember the core of desolation
I dress up
to impress the white coats
I dress up
to suppress the black boots
I was born down
so I like to dress up
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