Comin' back I overstepped,
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upon sweet offerings she once possessed.
Your broken honeycomb of untold dreams,
weaved out a paradise, charades of bliss.
Tell me if that's The Secret
behind your brittle wall of defence
I haven't stopped by before
to not turn wide-eyed at your Wonder Plan
Tell me if that's true
is this your grievous plan?
To be free from these thorns of shame that
leaves you with a stainless bestowing triumph.
Laughin' too hard he's chokin' now,
on merriment's Pain.
I don't fancy picturing you like this
dishevelled and slain.
She lays prostrate