She said mistakes are ought to be paid
Not aware of paths sought to be laid
Confined, I was beginning to fade

I was concealed in a coffin soo brown Forgot the ways I roamed in town
Forced to wear a heavy white gown
I was to procure a smile, to disdain the frown

The makeup and madeup did not help the task
I was crying beneath the smiling mask


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