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Scent of morning renews her trust of that early wage she's come to hate, she loaths the subconsious beast. She knows she cant go on like this denying her needs and craves the worst excusing what she needs the least. Forever the taste of air will occupy her scent of flavour, as desire condemns her wave An external source of reassurence is constantly absent, help her before theres nothing to save Maybe she can live forever? Maybe she'll start to cry Denying the worst as crystals cover her eyes He honks his horn in hopes of a quick response from his silicone queen to rush down his green mile She carries her skin in a black leather bag because her money should be spent on a prettier smile Look after look, from star to model she steals thier egos but one after another soul is put to shame A flowing river carving the deepest valley divides her feelings she hates herself because shes to blame From Letras Mania