The beautiful mess i've become, is like no other ever seen. to spike and spring from every seam, what a wonderful thing it seems. A gash of red a dab of blue, no clue that i was watching you.
From far away, you observe me to, what a beautiful mess you slew. A touch a kiss, no love in sight. both fear a broken heart. so just keep watching me walk by. dont say a word, dont think anymore, it hurts to know that it could all break with a wrong move on the board, one wrong word. nothing works anymore.
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