I'm going to run from the voice of reason till it turns to laughter
Against the masquerade like I don't believe in the morning after.
The chronicles contain a few hidden chapters
We keep our mirrors dirty, in case vanity backfires.
Cold wind curtains turn to pain and eagerness
In one throw you could expose all of my weaknesses.
I'm putty in your hands
Kept my waves burning sand
Until you learn to look through a window that no one else can.
Thinking to logic
Programmed to destruct
What don't kill me will just make me crazier.
I'm so filthy; sorry you had to see me like this.
I sold you a lie, that showed through my eyes,
And told you to cry a stained glass suicide.
They slowly chisel down the walls we all hide behind,
It's only time before your secrets become weekend headlines.
But I'll be fine, suffocating on my own mask I just wish I could forget how to read between the cracks
Digested tunnel vision
Real diamond cut tested
Resurrected and perfected
I will respect the professionals
Scratch your surface
Open for courtesy
Your living in a world made of windows and mirrors
Visits safeguards cover
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