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A habit of decomposing in front of your eyes
It happens at the end of every life
Beauty is only skin deep
I’m here to take this leap….

Wonderful caricature of intimacy
Disguising every misery
You need other comfort
I won’t stand for it.

No raindrops on roses or girls in white dresses
It stays inside until you confess it
It kills you inside and out
It fills your soul with all this doubt.

Appealing because you’re just that unappealing
Don’t you wish to feel another feeling?
It’s only lust
In the end, we’re all dust.