

Made up PrettyThe green on the cliffs are waving And the rocks tell all their lies The meadows and the paving The good girls and bad guysMade up Pretty
A tiny road to nowhere thats where we wanna be Weave our lives here somewhere And finish them by the sea
A few strings to make a little noise And the smiles to get us by we are kings with made up pretty toys And we never say goodbye
poetry in absence of your voice I like all my made up pretty toys


CarpeThis weight inside my head With dreams on being noticed conflicting with your bed I hold a thousand treads with seams becoming broken and lifting up insteadCarpe
its hollow, what your fed A machine without a gear, working faster to be bled A God, with light to shed but fixing me up nearer to what your owner wants instead
and I cave But whatever you say I know I'm brave.
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