pulling deep down inside me,
slipping further, and further still.
What a facade,
what a lie,
what a tragedy my dear.
You see the lines,
How ugly it all is,
what a tragedy,
my lovely tragedy.
What a lie,
what a lie,
Lie to my face.
Bleed for a life,
scream for a feeling,
cry for help.
but she deosn't see,
what a beautiful tragedy.
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