Petals In The Grass
Pritify My Pain
A single occurence
Is not what it's about
It is many years
Of lingering doubt
Hope is swallowed up
I'm delicate to the touch
Doomed immaculately
Try to decipher much
Unable to understand
I lambaste myself
Masterly in my execution
Lacking any wealth
Imperfections are many
Pretify my pain
Spiral down to nowhere
With nothing to gain
Predisposed to punishment
Sequestered cerebration
Not able to connect
Fraught with alienation
Noxious virtues
Close my eyes
Being an outcast
Is the final prize
Is not what it's about
It is many years
Of lingering doubt
Hope is swallowed up
I'm delicate to the touch
Doomed immaculately
Try to decipher much
Unable to understand
I lambaste myself
Masterly in my execution
Lacking any wealth
Imperfections are many
Pretify my pain
Spiral down to nowhere
With nothing to gain
Predisposed to punishment
Sequestered cerebration
Not able to connect
Fraught with alienation
Noxious virtues
Close my eyes
Being an outcast
Is the final prize
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Pritify My Pain
Pritify My Pain