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May 2013
A paper plate is strapped to my face
With x's for eyes
And a sick sad smile
But it's just a lie
And all I want to do is cry

Because when we parted ways
I lost my face
To these lies that cover up my eyes
Because you just need your space
Till the end of days
Or until I cry
Whichever comes last

It’s been too long in its place
I can hardly remember my face
But if I try to take it off
All see is a mirror
And all the sorrow that's still there
So I put it back on

This paper place
With X's for eyes
And a sick sad smile

Because when our hears got broken
I lost my face
To these lies that cover up my soul
Because you think it should be over
I wish I could have spoken, anything but a lie

But I live in a hole
Till the end of days
Or until I die
Whichever comes last
Behind this paper plate
With X's for eyes
Written by
Patrick
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