I was beautiful when your song begun
Now you are all through
Delineated and raped by a con man
I watch you drive away with a sullen face in your review
I'm now surrounded by a plethora of people
And yet still alone
You have always viewed me like a scar; weak and feeble
And for that I cringe at our simultaneous moans
The idea of death has devoured my loveliness
And I have become passe like old rain
So as I digress....
Much in due part to my lack of sanity; go find yourself a lovely plain Jane without any baggage or pain
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