Oh my, my- You give me so much- Then turn on a dime- With wounds on, all over- Whom I should praise- For this disgrace- The life you lived- Was washed away into oblivion- Could I kiss this disguise-? Wool pulled over my eyes- Beauty bestowed, but beneath it- Lays painful tattoos, for whom I should I praise- For your wounds- Love is not what you’re looking for- What ya want- A memorabilia to your name- Figures spinning in your domain- You will never forgive- Cause they succumbed to the easy- Beauty they feel on their sleeve- You test them, to throw them away-Birth sign: Libra
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