play dead.

Play Dead - The Birthday Massacre

Thinking hurts and thoughts don't rhyme
To those of us who've never tried
To find a face behind our lipstick smiles
And as our pretty faces die
Our plastic hearts will wonder why
The make-up just won't hide the scars of time

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