I am not a-
I am not a-
I am a red mess of what human kind doesn't need to see
the human heart doing a double beat
fingers too sweaty to snap
eyes that twitch in a foggy mist
I can not be quiet in my head
and so I talk to myself
I cannot be regarded as beautiful
unless you disregard the film of error
plastered over my worn-out soul
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 10:12 PM UTC
I am not a-
I am not a-
I am a red mess of what human kind doesn't need to see
the human heart doing a double beat
fingers too sweaty to snap
eyes that twitch in a foggy mist
I can not be quiet in my head
and so I talk to myself
I cannot be regarded as beautiful
unless you disregard the film of error
plastered over my worn-out soul
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