martes, 7 de marzo de 2017

She wears out

She looks like a real fake
She taste like a real fake
And she is scrambled

She passes and makes me sigh
She makes me incredibly sad
And she is fading out

She shine with her kitten smile
She runs but she miss her path
And she is ready

And she wears out
And she wears out
And she wears out

(Fake Fake Plastic Trees)

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