Tired of you, me, the whole us, You start all over again. Not without tripping.
In this fucking emotional drought, You can't help but keep the tears for yourself and wipe your bloody knees. Shoulders back, chin up, perfect white smile.
No one will notice the emptiness in your eyes, you have all that charming conversation full of nonsense facts that you read in a few Cosmo magazines. Wink, cross your legs, smile.
At some point during the day you stop and look at yourself in the mirror. You blink and can barely recognize the figure. Your emerald earrings sparkle, You fix your shinny hair, wear some gloss, smile.
Smile and mentally repeat that somehow, some day, You'll find some of the so called peace of mind. Won't you??
In this fucking emotional drought, You can't help but keep the tears for yourself and wipe your bloody knees. Shoulders back, chin up, perfect white smile.
No one will notice the emptiness in your eyes, you have all that charming conversation full of nonsense facts that you read in a few Cosmo magazines. Wink, cross your legs, smile.
At some point during the day you stop and look at yourself in the mirror. You blink and can barely recognize the figure. Your emerald earrings sparkle, You fix your shinny hair, wear some gloss, smile.
Smile and mentally repeat that somehow, some day, You'll find some of the so called peace of mind. Won't you??
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