words are reaching, ringing through my ears
but they are not those of others
they had burst out of my pen
“settling for less” playing over again
yet, is it really settling when the cards are being counted?
holding hands and touching like a tease?
and we all know the old winded tale
of how fate takes no pity
on those who aren’t pretty
and so the young beauty prevails again
and tires screeching symphonies
matched with slasher film cries
mean nothing anymore
all i am is a lie
with a masked face and tears turned smile
my head remains high
playing the part wherever I go
echoing on in the night
yet, is it really settling when the cards are being counted?
holding hands and touching like a tease?
and we all know the old winded tale
of how fate takes no pity
on those who aren’t pretty
and so the young beauty prevails again
now we’ve come back to the beginning of the end again
what happens when four hearts are safety pinned?
two to one, and one to the other
a reenactment of the “Tell-Tale Lover”
so this is the conclusion to which i’ve come
i’ll still settle for less, instead of being numb
yet, is it really settling when the cards are being counted?
holding hands and touching like a tease?
and we all know the old winded tale
of how fate takes no pity
on those who aren’t pretty
and so the young beauty prevails again
she will always prevail in the end
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