Kissing Perfection's Cheek
Disgust...the only thing to feel
Gazing upon the ones I once called real
To wake, live, and sleep in envy
You love the ones who put on the show
They give something for you to pose a
so carefully you mold your flesh to fit the cast
I miss your skin, the kind that bled all the misconceptions
Led into a snake pit I feel no sympathy
you got what you wished for
Just one more sheep kissing perfection's cheek
I feel no sympathy.