vivamascious
As I Lay here Dead
Taking all the hits.
Just One time I wish you missed.
So I can rest a ill from all this beat.
Guess The Ends Won't always meet.
Gushing out reality,I guess the truth hurts
Well it was nice knowing,don't die from a choke
Paralyzed insecurities away you go.
Flying down in the dirt
Look at all the evidence on your shirt.
Don't put the blame on me.
I'm not the obvious one.
Deprived from beauty,
Now who's the ugly one?
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