FaceIt’s killing me This broken little doll I see Before me An abstract in a realist’s world Adoring The frailties of life as I’m Surrounding You with my love and thisFace
Wasteland’s so desolate
I can’t believe the way that things Have been to you All that you’ve suffered through And I’ll be damned if I ever see That face again, I can’t stand that look again
I hate to see Those cracks in your stability From your eyes down Your blemished cheeks, torment I see And your broken cherry eyes Bleeding out clear iodine The s
Game Over...?
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Natural Disaster
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