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good things come to those who wait
well my friend , it's out the gate.
what goes up must come down,
a chearful smile. a sorrow-filled frown.

as the division of happiness, joy , takes it's toll.
Like they said ' she's lost control'
spinning out of time and space.
smeared lipstick and scars lay on my face.
'your life' he said 'is a disgrace
Remember this aint a scene - it's a god damn arms race'.
I say 'this aint a game it's a god damn horse race'.
This princess will fall from grace.
I don't see no history in the eyes on your face.
I see hurt , regret , death , fear.
You're no longer welcomed here.

This is how I see you dear.