You're not pretty anymore,
well actually,
on the outside you still are,
it's the inside that's questionable.

I must had been mistaken,
swindled by my lying heart,
the one that's been cracked
forever it seems.

So often we stuff the clues
like Hoffa,
in barrels of denial,
never knowing
how we got here.

And even if we did,
it doesn't make it any better.
Jut ask his family.