My eye's are grey as my tears are cement, Forever alone i will live through this torment.
Red my heart is mabie but they cant see, I feel washed up and blue like the waving sea.
Nice is just for spice as its chance is rolling the dice.
In hopes for snake eye's, ill spit at you with venomous lies.
I am a mask sheltering a failed task, to tell me everything is alright...is all i ask
so that then my tears for once will feel warm, and no longer will my persona's ever swarm.
- WILLIAM MCNEAR
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