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Aug 2010
You put your makeup on
Every morning as you stare in the mirror
You cover up yourself
Making my point perfectly clear

Cover up these scars
Cover up the scratches
Cover up the flaws
To make up temporary patches

They cover what you are
They show a total lie
Your act plays it up
As a widow whose husband has died

They take it for the truth
They take you for a ride
But no ones around
When you turn black inside

Forget where you are
Forget what you feel
Forget that everything is fake
And nothing with you is real

It's only for the night
You catch a cab to town
Your friends clearly see
That you'll never come back around

All that cover up
All those minor scars
They can cover up
Who you really are

You're made of plastic
So fake as it shines
There's no truth about you
When you sit there and whine

No help from friends
There's no one around
Cause of your fake, and simple act
No one will pick you off the ground

When you fall
©Bruno Joseph Orsi       August 13, 2010
Written by
Bruno Joseph Orsi
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