Well hey!, tell me you want me that you like and try to hug me, everything
Well hey, say that you hate me, you can’t see me, oh my satan, that’s so sweet
Well see! You were playing with me
And see there’s nothing left to anything
Because I was wondering about your status
And I really guess you’re out of focus
Well really believe it, won’t you promise me?
You don’t like me anymore? Fine, stop looking at me
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I know that you're an artist, the hardest one to deal with. Everything you conceal is revealed on your canvas. You find all of your ugly meanings in the things I find beautiful. Do you see the fall is coming? You painted me in pastel, colors that don't tell of any boldness. That's the way you'd love to see me: so delicate, so weak, so little purpose. Your eyes are black so cold, they're so imperfect. They see a sleeping world, where waking isn't worth it. How, can you live without your lies?
Lovely
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