Faces, places, filling up spaces
But I'm a professor at musical escaping
~
I hate to see your smile
Yet I hate to see your frown
Still you cracked me open
And threw me to the ground
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I said stay out
But still welcomed you stranger
Except you're no stranger anymore
Since you opened the door
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You shouldn't have done it
But now it's too late
Because I'm the escapist
And you're just the bait
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Smiled, for a while, yet still in denial
I'm a master at hiding the truth
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Poetic Attempts
RandomI suck at poetry, but I've been told I'm very good at it. [Most likely depressing]
