"She said: Her dress is tackier than your suit I said: Give me the masterbase, give me some masterbase" Well it's been two years since we first met, And I hope you're keepin well. Hope you're happy, no regrets, I know you're life is sometimes hell And you got kicked out of school again. Told the teachers where to go. And your mother? How's she been? In her country bungalow Well don't give up on life, Just because you've seen it flash Before your eyes, Take my hand to paradise, And the beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. Well I hope you're off the harder stuff, You were beautiful when stoned, And your friends? Have they all left you? Just a story to be told? And you're living on your own again, They say it's for the best, Well I'm afraid I'll find you dead With a needle through your breast Well don't give up on life, Just because you've seen it flash Before your eyes, Take my hand to paradise, And the beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. Just another pretty stoner, Is what the people saw, Left alone, left in a corner, So shy and all afraid. Well I saw so much more In your eyes of blue I don't know if they'd call it that But I once loved you Well don't give up on life, Just because you've seen it flash Before your eyes, Take my hand to paradise, And the beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies. The beauty of the lies.
Reason for writing:
The most beatiful creature to ever give up on life
Birth sign: Virgo
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