anything
Anything I seem to make
I can also break
In living dreams and shaking scars
I somehow get along
Through screams and smiles and shooting stars
I always turn out wrong
Anything I seem to touch
I can turn to rust
Rebuild my face, enlarge my chest
A scalpel can remake me
Please heal my heart, a disco theft
Now naked flesh can't shake me
Anything I see as truth
You will set aside as youth
In desperation, tight now hold me
And don't let them come near
When I'm screwed up, please unfold me
Smooth like silk my fear
Anything I seem to need
You will see as greed
Through naïve rhymes I try to hide
In lines and lines like these
I whore myself from the inside
And capture this disease
Anything I seem to make
I can also break
Copyright 1999 by _sPiDerBaBy_
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