As we smile upon your dried up skin
We all dance circles around this 'piece of art'
and if we do feel something within
its our poison reaching hearts  
we let you sing your broken words
somehow reflect that nothing's fine
wretched daddy inside your hurts
all these thoughts just wait in line
wait untill it's too late
but when will you know when time is dead
when all you have is in your head
when life kicked you too many times
Laughing behind your back like an hyrterical child
this time she fucked you over too many
diseases taking over your smile
and all you wanted is what you'd like to give this
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