She swings and sways with the stars
This ball, the belle of it she will be
In the midst this occasion makes her cry
To comprehend the beauty is harder than true
It wouldn't of been perfect without you
These masks are fake, the lies are real
We can't ignore what we don't remember
Letting ambition to find love is harder than thought
It was always given to me, just given to me
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