Glitter in my veins, synthetic wings on my back
I live in a world of sex, drugs, money, and boys with everything you lack
So I’m going to take all day to get pretty just to party all night
This is easier than crying even if it isn’t entirely right
But do right and wrong really matter when you’ve fallen so far from grace?
When your lies are lined in velvet and your syringes coated in lace?
My lips are bathed in cyanide, one kiss from me and you’ll fall apart
I traded the pieces of what you broke for a more glamorous, drug-stained heart
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I would like to translate this poem
Well, Tatianna...it's certainly one heck of a start! I'm sure the finished product will be wonderful. I'll be waiting... Regards, Leria