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The beautiful/By: Haunted Lunacy
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The beautiful people always make it
The beautiful people always fake it
The beautiful people always burn inside
The beautiful people find a place to hide.
Alcohol to cleanse my sin,my soul needs a savior, but the bottle is my friend It washes down all the pain,that I can’t swallow when I’m sober ,It heals my heart , because I’m insane. The devil lives at the bottom of a bottle , Tells me all the lies and all the dreams that I don’t follow. Whispers words that tell me I’ve gone mad, He says I’ve trampled on every love that I’ve had. I need a savior, but not in a can, I don’t need a idol of glass to tell me who I am
Slowly, quietly, one by one the demons come, to whisper nightmares into my ears, the poison thoughts that leave me numb. Oh how they creep so quietly in the dark, with claws sharp as daggers to rip me apart. I beg and I plead, but they won’t leave me alone, for each night they visit, my madness their home.
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