Burn It OffMature

There's a parasite in the skin,
Time has come about,
And now we need to rip the fucker out.
 
Doesn't help breathing slowly,
Its a sadder story inside,
We have the needles, and we can operate all night.
 
The mask rips its way onto your face,
You're aesthetics need to be replaced,
Because beauty has blinded me
Friends can be left behind.
 
I'm the window
Get her out of me,
Her black edge on my heart,
Nothing like a silver lining.
Spit out the mud.
 
I'm the window
Never too beautiful,
To be seen and not heard,
Is not always a lesson,
that needs to be learnt.
 
Here's to discarding what we had,
In return for not getting what we want.

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