28 July 2012
You burn my skin with your words.
Your vanity, it spreads, it hurts.
When will I learn?
Someone obsessed with the mirror.
Isn't worth the time or a single tear.
All of your lies I hear.
I won't tell you which bird told me.
My cards I'm folding.
You want more. Standing in the spot light.
You won't make it another night.
Your vanity is eating you away like acid.
And it's classic..
Clichéd words, spreading like cancer.
Cut me open and you'll find all the answers.
Acid Vanity • Opuss № I