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ou wear masks to hide your rotting faces

You never think twice bout the pain it replaces Shapeless, you morph into any form deformed or perfect Is it worth it? Should you curse it? Should you fall to your face and just worship? Certain, we call out to places unseen Like some dumb dreams Of young queens And other lovely things I miss the way your face tasted when you were near and we both were wasted So much time, so many places Seems all are bi by wearing two faces Erase it Replace it with faith and face it: You’re crazy! I’m amazed you’ve even lasted this long What’s wrong? Didn’t you know I was like you all along? Where’s dawn when you need it? My face, I beat it So I can keep secrets too Just like you Is this really what we want to do? This is proof That I don’t want to So please choose Not to lose this love we share

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