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My eyes focusing on a non-existing light

A smile twitching upon my face

I hope you know that I am planning something

Behind my easily worn mask

That everybody can see

Why must you be so perfect, my love?

You do know that perfection eventually fades...

I feel bad for you, for you are the weakest

Among us all, the pretty ones die faster

The ugly ones, like me, are left alone...

So, my perfection...

Don't fade.