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beautiful disaster

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I'm a beautiful disaster
I serve no master
Though you may try
I bid farewell, you say goodbye
I've tried before, to run
You always were skilled with that gun
They call betrayal.

I'm a beautiful disaster
With skin of alabaster
And eyes of murkiest brown
Follow me, follow me down
The rabbit hole so to speak
I cry, you call me weak
Acutest betrayal.

I'm a beautiful disaster
The world starts spinning faster
A whirlwind of emotion
Turmoil, chaos, in a word: commotion
I try again, futile attempts
We have before made amends
No more betrayal.

I'm a beautiful disaster
I observe one master
No longer on the run
Out to enjoy life and have fun
She's quiet now, no protests
She claims everything was in jest
Lies! No more.
A new beginning





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