A dreary, misled world,
With black and lonely thoughts,
A fearful destructive mind,
Caused by this ruthless uncaring stage.
Having shadows and pain for eyes,
In this dark, torturous world.
I keep my paintbrush with me,
In case I need to cover up,
So the real me doesn't show.
Powdered perfect, over pale, hollow skin.
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
A dreary, misled world,
With black and lonely thoughts,
A fearful destructive mind,
Caused by this ruthless uncaring stage.
Having shadows and pain for eyes,
In this dark, torturous world.
I keep my paintbrush with me,
In case I need to cover up,
So the real me doesn't show.
Powdered perfect, over pale, hollow skin.
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