I should be gleaming with happiness
But my smile hides the tears
Broken by the oddities of business
And worried their is no salve that cures
Paint my nails melon
Paint a funny picture
But wonder is all that's pretty is rife with venom
And now I stare at the sun and just blister
Called an old friend
Now turned a foe
She told me I was just a trend
And couldn't stomach me to know
Hold on baby girl, hold my hand tight
I have to leave you every once in awhile
And I know you have an abundance of freights
And don't be alarmed by my appearance its not meant to beguile
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