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smile, when people look...
there is nothing the doctor can diagnose
for anything but a pitch black rose
looks pretty, smells nice
but has a soul as cold as ice
representing me
and all i'm left to be
i'll take the bullet, i'll feel the pain
the blood will flow like a constant rain
these endless days go for so long
i have lost the will to be strong
smile, just when people look
i was the bait jammed on to the hook
MY SLOW DEMISE (full of fakeness, full of lies)
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