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As much as we may try
we cannot conceal
all the confusion we feel
from the polished honesty
defining the line
between vain fantasy
and shocking reality

May your eyes burn with shame
and your heart sink heavy with pain
scream out narcissus' name

Vanity vanity shatter this reflection
vanity vanity you laid your curse on me.




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um no offence, but i don't really think this would make a good song. unless it has a lot of instrumental parts, the whole thing would probably take up to a min and a half. either try adding more to it or put it as a poem.
hope this doesn't sound rude-
bren




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It was meant to be short, and acoustic. I wanted each line to be sung indvidually, a lot of great songs clock in under two minutes though.
I want to be sung to sleep.



Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.
— Jamie Anderson