Those tiny cracks are getting bigger
A little sunlight
Came through the window
Distorting the illusion
A mole simply playing the dirt
And we are on a merry-go-round
Shooting pie at one another
With our true selves beneath the smiley mask
Playing nice isn't the virtue
Be a renegade isn't the point
We were talking to the hands
Because the face don't understand
2 comments:
is that ur hand? :)
nahhh..not mine :)
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