Warpaint

Ink me up and tell me I'm pretty

Make this skin my shield and my soldier

See the things I want you to see

Hide the meanings behind me

Decipher the code to acquire the key

Unlock the secrets you don't want to hear

The pictures, the lyrics, the wings and the hue

They all say the things that I can't

A personality trait bought and paid for

Hours spent in a chair will blot out the pain

I don't do it for the attention

I don't do it for the trends

I do it because I'm addicted

And I'm cleansed in the pain.

Forever painted in the warpaint of life

Never regret what I can't forget

My soul is on the outside

Do you know what yours looks like?

The End

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