This pretentious pout of perfection
What a way to earn a dime
Hiding beneath a lens of reflection
Now she’s learning how to walk again
She’s learning how to talk again
And it’s nice to see her smile
I still see the sadness in her eyes
A shadow of what used to be
Aborting attempts to disguise
She swims in her phlegmatic sea
They taught her how to bleed
But she didn’t know why
This dire need, she had to feed
Just waiting, waiting to die
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