I put on my red red lipstick
I wear my happy happy smiles
Would you know?
My tears aren't far behind.
Blissful and sedated
I am
Drenched in opiate
I am
Envy me
I lived before I died
Pity me
I died before I died
Fie..
An artist's life
Reaching the brim
Fie..
This mad pursuit
Fie..
This fame
This glory
Living in the limelight
All rosy
All bright
What happy
What sad
I died before my time
Living men
Like deadmen walking
Are..
all dead inside
Nah..
I'm not sorry
(But.. her red red lipstick begs to differ.)
Monday, May 23, 2016
If Marilyn's Lipstick Could Talk
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