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"Horns for Smiles"
I force out this smile, and
then keep it up for as long
as I'm able to
I'm not accustomed to this
so I quicly put it away never
wanting to be fake
Smiles are rare in this fucking
insane-asylum, so cherish it if
you ever find one
I lost mine a long time ago, so
if you see me with one it's not
mine...
It's either stolen or borrowed
But I with quickness give it
back, because it feels so
foreign on the face that I
now wear
Mine is black, downcast, sullen;
bright and upwards looking I
possess no more
Smiles are not happenstance or
mere playthings; they are the
appearance of different feelings
that exist in the beneath
My shifting sands that dwell in
my insides no longer smile, but
gaze deeply into the abyss that
ever looks down
Horns ascend upwards from my
head; and the appearance of them
on the impression on my brow
So if you look at me, you're more
likely to see them instead of a
smile
then keep it up for as long
as I'm able to
I'm not accustomed to this
so I quicly put it away never
wanting to be fake
Smiles are rare in this fucking
insane-asylum, so cherish it if
you ever find one
I lost mine a long time ago, so
if you see me with one it's not
mine...
It's either stolen or borrowed
But I with quickness give it
back, because it feels so
foreign on the face that I
now wear
Mine is black, downcast, sullen;
bright and upwards looking I
possess no more
Smiles are not happenstance or
mere playthings; they are the
appearance of different feelings
that exist in the beneath
My shifting sands that dwell in
my insides no longer smile, but
gaze deeply into the abyss that
ever looks down
Horns ascend upwards from my
head; and the appearance of them
on the impression on my brow
So if you look at me, you're more
likely to see them instead of a
smile
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