There isn’t enough make up in this world
To cover your breed of ugly, boy
Not enough glitter to cover the troll
Nor spermicide to correct your conception
A cockroach in human skin
I think that hairspray finally sunk in
Sunk in deep enough to rot away your logic
A parasitic leech, thriving off of attention
It’s no wonder you want to die
And with your brand of drama haunting me
I’d gladly give you a helping hand off that cliff
Locked in your web of shit
I thought I knew you
Thought I loved you
But through this shattered mirror,
It’s easy to see your game
So go on now, and get high
Tell the world a brand new lie
You wouldn’t know the truth anymore if it fucked you

 
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