It is what she meant with open ends
The scaled cracks our numbered & counting down
There´s no contact - so shrive away
She can´t save it from herself
Rather be somewhere else
Rather be someone else
Her judgement from the mirror meets
With shut reaction
Its conviction is cause to her decline
The quiet touch of addicted glamour
Dates the tyrant child unsatisfied a portrait is trash
Attempts corruption to marvel the ovations of thoughtlessness
White knuckled substance - no self-control
Ghost faced smiles - cut ear to ear
Strung out reprisal -dated & covered in
Dope sick afternoon simplicity
Hedonistic escape to shroud her symptoms decrements the ordinary
She can shatter
She can break - forever young
The girl in the glass is one of us
Hurt it more to make her yours
The girl is interrupted
Immense illusion can end transmission until death will she part
Kill it & put it to rest
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