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Why do we spend hours dancing amongst pretty words? And why do I insist as dressing up as this person, To perform to the rest of the world, So the applause will ring in my ears long after the lights cut out. I ask you, what does it matter, when a thousand faces are shining with tears, If one imperfection should fall upon your own? And after ten scratches on each arm have healed, That's still twenty secrets the world is better off without. So deep breaths prevent my heart from jumping out of my chest. Still I try so hard to make you smile, and laugh. But isn't it better to receive a blank expression, the echo of silence, An

S omeday I'll finally figure out the reason for your L ies and rumors, spreading like liquid fire U nder the earth's core.  Someday I'll find T hat reason why the only name you know me by is SLUT.