The Real Face

Lorraine

Happy when im with you,sad when im withOUT you. Corky if he's here,but the truth is she's playing with tears. Happy and sad is all the emotion i had. Crawl underneath the mask,cause i know i have to finish my task. Smiling is my greatest weapon,but in the end sobbing and tears is messing with my heart. I dont know how to unleash the beast inside,cause the beast dont know how to flee. Making you happy is my happy pill,but making me happy is my poisonous pill. Kill if you must,Tell if you must,but changing me is not on my list. So just abandon me like the others did to me,cause i know i have full of dust in my head. So wake me up when im in bed. The next morning you will know that i am dead.

2018-09-12 13:19:56

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