YOUR NAME IS BEAUTY,
YOUR NEVER ALONE,
YOU HANG OUT WITH COOL KIDS,
YOU TALK ABOUT OTHERS,
YOUR NAME IS NOT BEAUTY,
YOUR NAME IS FAKE.
YOU CAN PAINT ALL YOUR LIES,
YOU KILL YOUR TRUE SELF OVER AND OVER,
TILL YOUR STAINED WITH BRIGHT COLORS,
YOU CAN WALK WITH NEW HEELS,
BUT NO MATTER WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE THEIR,
YOUR OWN FAITHFULL SHAWDOW THAT ALWAYS LINGERS NEAR.
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