disguises
time is standing still for her
and she's standing completely still
does she know who she's fooling next?
he's still bending backwards
just to find out who she really is
god damn't aren't you tired of searching?
cause she's a simile for something you don't know what it is
cocaine on an addicts lips
she's got these disguises measured to fit
are we who we say we are,
behind our closed doors?
we're lurking through shadows
on our own streets.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
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