Paint
I paint a picture of Pain and beauty The canvas my skin The paint brush my knife I cover the beauty in pain The beauty is pain The scars I hide Are mine to keep For you to know Is up to you For I paint a picture of pain and beauty That kills me slowly
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I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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