| For Show I'm a story for you to read, and you do it all the time, acting like a towel absorbing all of my happiness and leaving my dry faults, or pulling them apart with your teeth for eyes and your nose for the smell of pain. I'm a bitter fruit you love to taste. I'm a sad song for you to cry to. I'm experience for your resume, but also, I am a fool for you to tease, for you to watch; I'm just for show. |
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