Smiling in thunder, your astounding facade
You breathe then go under, you trip and you blunder
You paint your smile, your face is a mask
You hide what you are til i'm there then you crash
And you dance in your spotlight absorbing the stares
and they numb you and dumb you to insidious glares
And all the while you want me to be there,
to take it, remake it, and fake that you're fair.
Who knew pearly whites hid a vampires bite
Slowly draining me night after night
Don't tell me i'm wrong when you too aren't right
And don't expect me to return to the arms of a fight.
Dear pastor, in preaching, take your hands from your ears,
For my words are worthy and sound just as clear
Dont presume to know my thoughts behinds tears
Color me red and call me a rose, but don't burst at the site
of the thorn when it grows.
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