Waters flow
Quite swiftly you know
As so your joy did
In the days so old
I see your smile
At least once in a while
I see your pain
Quite a lot these days
Beneath your skin
Breathes your sorrow
Beneath your skin
Blows some untold smoke
Beneath your skin
A dungeon lies
Fortified with agony
Occupied by an air of shame
Beneath your skin you stay
Wrapped up in fear and tears
Beneath your skin you stray
Plunged into solitude far away
You blink a lot
In your lousy state
With eyes ringed with black shades
And sometimes a touch of innocence
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