Black Swan

One beautiful woman with a twisted soul, is losing herself by playing her role
She yearns for perfection when looking in glass. She dances in darkness to please the mass
Death is no obstacle to achieve perfection, things are never done well there’s only corrections.
The pressure is on, while she’s in her youth. There’s no more faking when swans want truth.
She feels no remorse for devastation; she just wants to stop each hallucination.
Lost in mystery forever gone, this beautiful woman, this black swan.

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