Glitter For the Masses
Current mood: 
I talk myself down
For some degree
Of normalcy
Baby, I feel so foxy
Wearing your disasters
Pull at the petals
Notice how they fade
An anthem of decay
Who am I to you ?
Patron saint to men who should know better ?
A martyr to love's last failure ?
Not broken, not stressed
Just clean up the mess
of self constructed tragedies
I talked myself down
From some degree
Of honesty
And now I feel disgusting
When I'm wearing your disasters
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