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Somehow I was always different to them
There's something special locked inside of me
Hidden by the tears and method angst of youth
Was some kind of half baked capacity
That no one else has
Somehow she's alone in a busy room
A life that she just cannot understand
A destiny that no one else could see
In the slashed love lines of her cut up hand,
Her painted nails
His false smile and fake tears never could find
A way to unlock the doors he wanted.
This way of life, black eyed beaten up child
Who listens to mirrors and feels afrronted
Isnt that easy
Pretty face, fragile eyes, the way she sat alone
At her own birthday party and NO ONE
Noticed. Inside her room she doesnt care
She never saw a path in the long run
She's such a cliche
Doomed from the start, you really have to ask
Just how it was that they could ever see
Any future together, with all that
They were, let alone an eternity
To match the mad, mad stars
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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