Fragile
I've set my sight on things too high,
My heart will break,
The tears will dry
Before my mask will slip and shatter.
I cling to the surface,
I hold on to my mask
And gather its pieces
Like the treasures of past.
Where You Can Probably Meet The love of your Life. Or Just Friends..
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