#73) Tragic Vanity

Play for me sweet, give me a song; give me a reason to breathe

Touch up my flaws, wipe them away; conceal me with delicate dreams

Am I now perfect, precious and clean, enough to give passion away?

Am I now wanted, am I now saved, from being discarded today?

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Perhaps for a moment, perhaps for a night; perhaps ‘fore the sun sets below

Perhaps I’ll be welcome behind the door

Perhaps for a little bit more

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Careful my dear…they whisper, they sneer; you’ll ruin your face for the eyes

And then in a flash, tears will flood away, the paint of your lovely disguise

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Treacherous thing, although he may sing, his words hold the echo of lies

Your reasons are rubbish, your breath will grow stale, and choked will you be when lust dies

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Then I suppose, what simply is left, is for me to keep up the ruse

I’ll have it engraved, carved into my skin, a glamour which none can refuse

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Play for me soft, now capture my smile; by-pass the scars of my pain

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Perfection…it hurts; yet now I’ve attained

This beauty no other can claim

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