Eyes a purple green
Treated like a queen, she was
On borrowed self esteem
She would do a dance
A painful masquerade
Spinning you into her web
Along her vain parade
In her uniform
Studded brass and steel
Kissing lipstick, napkin stains
And smearing sincerity
Along her vain parade
Along her veins
Time crept up on her
She's early gray
Her reflection looks concerned
As flowers hit her grave
All of seventeen Eyes a purple green Treated like a queen, she was On borrowed self esteem She would do a dance A painful masquerade Spinning you into her web Along her vain parade In her uniform Studded brass and steel Kissing lipstick, napkin stains And smearing sincerity Along her vain parade Along her veins Time crept up on her She's early gray Her reflection looks concerned As flowers hit her grave Explain Request ×
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