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The world is too small for all those people to fit , Who won't admit the crimes they commit ! They smile to attract, but everything's a lucid act! Oh! I can see through the disguise they enact . It's ugly,
In all actuality, We are not flawless What we believe, is a broken reality. We are broken girls, We are stitched up and sewed up, With our toes curled.
When I look up; I see emptiness, When I look down; I see limits, When I look straight; I see destruction & beauty, But all that changes, when it goes dark. When I look up; I see infinity,
Can you see the madness behind my eyes
Have you ever seen a Venetian Mask? Have you beheld its beauty? Have you studied its intricacy? Look at its colors. Look at its shape.
All alone in this crowded room.My eyes meet one…another.They do not see me for what I am.They see the smile on my face;
Can I take this mask off now? It smells like mold, like a forgotten fish tank Probably from all of the long trapped tears Can I take this mask off now? I cannot see through the eye slits
The face you see is not the face you recieve But it seems, oh woe, no one doth care. Ones heart would be a sticky sieve, Yet others are unaware. The curtain drapes heavy over our masked production,