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During my high school years, I did a lot of growing, and I experienced many painful relationships. In retrospect, I have learned a great deal from all of them, but in the process of all that learning, I have sacrificed much - and given up many of my friends willingly.

This particular song reflects that time of my life, and focuses on one a former friend of mine (female) who lived her live as a walking, talking facade. Her "beauty pageant" looks and angelic voice masked her true intentions and self-destructive behavior.

The song itself was re-written at least half a dozen times. It was written originally for one of my older bands, the now defunct Spiraled Staircase, and now lives on forever as a revision in my poetry collection. Hopefully the message that this song sends resonates with those who read it. I hope nobody puts up with anybody like this just for the sake of being near something beautiful. Even roses will sting you if you try to hold them too tightly...

Enjoy the poetry: Jayson M. Carter


A long time ago we were so close
I felt I could confide in you
A long time ago we were good friends
Now I'm reminded of the damage one person can do

When I look in your eyes now
I see addictions and hate now
When I look in your face
I see a monster only you could create

You're pretty on the outside
And you’re black inside out
So shallow and heartless - but you're candy to the eye
So nobody sees that you're ugly on the inside


A long time ago I saw something special
Someothing in you but it’s gone now
Not so long ago you found out
That it’s harder to climb than to fall

Ever since there’s been no trace
There's been no sign of you
Just ashes left over from the past
Ashes that lie scattered and cooled  

You're pretty on the outside
And you’re black inside out
So shallow and heartless - but you're candy to the eye
So nobody sees that you're ugly on the inside


Maybe there’s still some common ground
But it comes at too high a cost
Besides - who am I to tell you
Who you are or what you're not

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"If the only tool you own is a hammer, every problem will eventually begin to resemble a nail."


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