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my paralyzed wings are flying

the mona lisa isnt smiling

a naughty death im dying

are those chocolate tears your crying?

were running fast inour rocking chairs

will you dye brown your greying hairs?

is there a decent reason life isnt fair

its just reality, always been there

the nail polish is dripping

step on the cracks and im tripping

the burning pancakes are flipping

and inside my heart is ripping

suddenly the tears stop crying

everyone sees your dying

wings break your not flying

mona lisa, still not smiling.