Sweet like Ive been dried

This hands like glue,
stuck on a forehead holding my
hairpiece on,
For it was yesterday I was blooming
Tacking pictures of my lips on walls
For all to see, Yesterday I was a fighter
fending them doers, corrupting my dreams
And now, The way the Sun spins so..
carefully, not wanting to offend the Misses
But I'm in love

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