the SINGER DUDE. by michelle.

Friday, August 05, 2005

Rotting souls no saint could save,
Masquerade beneath a pretty face.
A society built on plastic,
Hearts turned colder than the Artic.

Of riches, fame and poster girls,
This superficial, material world.
False pretences, a tired smile,
Been livin up a lie all this while.

Our shadows take a different shape,
Of what we've been trying to fake.
Where inner beauty hides away,
Afraid to see the light of day.

But the fake smile's tired,
The latest; outdated,
The dollar notes faded,
And I'm feeling so jaded.

Come out the sun,
Melt these frozen hearts,
Smile a crooked smile for me,
A crooked smile for the world to see.
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10:26 PM

isaac had a glimmer of hope
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