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Our Design - Horror Show
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Watery eyes drawn to themselves
A beauty that was being built
Like a highrise set
In a vast nothing
Just me and you
I felt so scared
Afelt so numb
From injections of no guilt
Just small stab wounds
To draw a blood
To sign and close our deal
Hoping we are not a world apart
Kissed my neck
I gasped you stole my heart
A task obtained by you too easily
I packed my bags decided I would stay
Knowing this all goes away
I didn't even want
Take the chance because
This all almost getting worse
Self giving all to satan
This could all almost getting worse