i've never found another's
mask of pain to be
attractive
what's the beauty
worth if it's a charade of
hurt and why do people insist i
play their mummer's game
don't inquire why my frown will
not turn upside down
do you really want me to
force an emotion so pure i
fall to my knees just
thinking of it
so go on and hold me
down; cut me ear to ear
make me join the
hollow rest of you
if you want to see me
smile, better call me
Chelsea
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 4:51 PM UTC
i've never found another's
mask of pain to be
attractive
what's the beauty
worth if it's a charade of
hurt and why do people insist i
play their mummer's game
don't inquire why my frown will
not turn upside down
do you really want me to
force an emotion so pure i
fall to my knees just
thinking of it
so go on and hold me
down; cut me ear to ear
make me join the
hollow rest of you
if you want to see me
smile, better call me
Chelsea
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