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Guilty Pleasure
Starin down that face
That stares back at you
Cold is the case
And the cause out of view
Lookin in that mirror
With that unaffordable thought
You felt that fear
But shouldn’t have fought
*chorus
-Aesthetic-Cosmetic-Kinetic-Pathetic
You didn’t even steal
Your stolen treasure
-Mimic-Cynic-Clinic-Makes me sick
You don’t feel guilt
For you guilty pleasure
reflection from the sea
Vanity your last hope
Guilty your plea
Your hands tied by rope
Gazing at yourself
Narsisic in belief
Comic in wealth
Pride stolen by your thief
*chorus
Blind to the sins
Beauty in the eyes
The judgment begins
The judge enters, all rise
Last edited by Rushfan2112; 03-19-2005 at 11:15 AM.
Reason: There ya go!
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