When i pull them down,
What do i see,
I look in the mirror,
And their there staring back,
What do i see,
They sting when ever they are grazed,
It must be their way of talking,
What do i see,
Those little red lines,
That tell all my secrets,
What do i see,
My face tells lies,
And so does my mouth,
What do i see,
I see,
My different kind of pain relief.
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