Roses have thorns
Demons with horns
Cutting down grace
As they're mowing their lawns.
Beauty is hiden
Hate is so clear
Tell me you need me
And I'll be right here.
A blind persons heart
A well persons eyes
Sometimes great things come to you in disquise.
All my flowers die
Petals in the sky
Can't help asking why
Everything around us is a lie.
My bodies under water
My heart is still not clean
Maybe i am wrong?
Why's this world so mean?
Questions have no answers
I've given up Just a little.
Whats right? Whats wrong? This world is just a riddle. . ." -August Kat
I KNOW. Since when do i write like this? Idk. I felt like it.
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