Sense of Hypocrisy, by Loneliness is condescending
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Beautiful
The sadistic word that haunts my sleep
It’s the picture on every wall
An image lacking in my mirror
The secret with too never speak
Please mirror turn away
Eyes blind with sleep
I will smile at the paintings
Beautiful
The blade biting away
Steels the hunger pains
Waiting to be ideal
The world’s image
In the absence of sleep
Dreaming through a mirror
I only want to be loved
Beautiful
Beauty
A simple dream
My finial wish
I sit before the mirror to brush my hair
And softly hum
Liar Liar Liar
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Posted: 2005-11-02 04:57:50 UTC |
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