She waited to die, she married for lies
her shirt is stained with her own tears
past up her sleeve, she's forgotten the trick
unable to leave. She's stuck in the thick of her own hopes
All that she needs, all that she wants, all alone, wed to wealth
in sickness and health, dead inside, never free
silenced by materials, in her eyes you'll see her plea
"No hope lies here, you can't help me
dependent on fake love, I wish I was born ugly"
her perspective deceives, they said what's good's never free.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 4:36 PM UTC
She waited to die, she married for lies
her shirt is stained with her own tears
past up her sleeve, she's forgotten the trick
unable to leave. She's stuck in the thick of her own hopes
All that she needs, all that she wants, all alone, wed to wealth
in sickness and health, dead inside, never free
silenced by materials, in her eyes you'll see her plea
"No hope lies here, you can't help me
dependent on fake love, I wish I was born ugly"
her perspective deceives, they said what's good's never free.
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