The Mark of Madness (the wise ones)
She closes her eyes as the make up runs
He got the best of her
Now the neighborhood repeats all they've said
Run
She knew now they were the wise ones, the lucky ones
The lucky ones who knew not of this pain
Slowly she can see it, her fragile state of mind start to refine into a devine beauty
but beauty needs an animal to
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