An excuse of good looks don’t get you anywhere
Soft blue eyes and long blonde hair
In their eyes are all bad habits
Softly whispering their involuntary antics
You don’t love me and you never will
What’s it worth? All for thrill?
Your pleasure versus my disaster
We’ll never end happily ever after
So tell me lust, what do you see?
All of what you want me to be
All of what’s inside your head
Those empty thoughts will all be dead
Pain will not stand on attention alone
Or that soft innocent tone
Pain won’t give into this ever again
It all comes out in the ball of this pen
Writing libretto doesn’t heal a lonely heart
In fact, it actually tears it apart
So tell me this lust, will you be true?
Let's turn this page and make it brand new
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