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Saturday, 24 September 2011

Title: Better. Written By: Eleanor Diplock.

You're not to blame,
for my selfish ways,
I'm a cold and bitter body to watch
You're not to blame,
for each of my shames,
they're just embedded into my heart, kept safe

What a way to change,
what a way to live,
under each beautifully pretentious twitch
I fail to smile, my creases show a side
a side of sadness, wasted time and why?

Chorus: It's all for you, I am
It's all for you, I will be
all for you, all for you, all for you
It's all for you, my flaws
if you can say they're beautiful,
that'll be the day I die, I'll lie in awe

It's always a shame,
to be the blame,
when each action I choose to portray is fake
It's such a shame,
when each word I say
is nothing more than just heartless letters


Ending: I could be better, for you
I can be better for you
but being better takes much effort and time
and if wasted I've a product of a fool.

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