"I'll be just as beautiful as you when I'm dead,
And I'll finally be happy then." Is all I said.
Now I hang from a fictional cross at your mercy.
The agony doesn't compare to how you've hurt me.
How do you know you're so great on the inside?
All you have to show is a soul rotten from pride.
A smile will come from my face I assure you that.
Even if you are long dead as a matter of fact.
You won't call me evil when I faked that smile.
'Til these eyes burn gold in those of your child.
Oh God how I'm so envious of your fasion trends.
Since it can cover up the heart no glue mends.
Keep believing you wear a halo and angel wings.
You're so fucken special as I pull your strings.
I'll never have any of the rape appeal you will.
But I'll make sure these strings hold you still.
People live a lifetime to be as gorgeous as you.
I'm scarred ugly for the shit you put me through.
We're equally ugly now that your skin is opaque.
Nothing to live for if we all see you are fake.
"I'm beautiful like you since we're really dead."
"Life is an illusion," I finally smiled and said.
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