The music plays
The spirits flows
There’s laughter and joy
I’m smiling and coy
Grease painted faces
Discussing their races
I am so lost
The feelings like frost
I’m not like them
I can never be
Behind their mascara
Broken faces I see
Each ones trying to state
Their better than the other
Though there's a warmth in the room
There's coldness inside
I don’t fit in here
I don’t have a story to lie
As the music plays
I walk into the night
Aug 17, 2020
Aug 17, 2020 at 1:02 PM UTC
The music plays
The spirits flows
There’s laughter and joy
I’m smiling and coy
Grease painted faces
Discussing their races
I am so lost
The feelings like frost
I’m not like them
I can never be
Behind their mascara
Broken faces I see
Each ones trying to state
Their better than the other
Though there's a warmth in the room
There's coldness inside
I don’t fit in here
I don’t have a story to lie
As the music plays
I walk into the night
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