Sweet to the ears but nothing real to hold on to. Real and fake is GREY.
Nobody is somebody (he screams) as his hands beats his chest.
Conquered what? (She laughs ). Like echoes dying out into a whisper, she holds on to her sanity.
Gazing into the distance, whelmed with thoughts. Going with the flow, fake and real is WHITE.
Grinning, she wears her armored crown, braced for impact. .
Sweet but Nothing, SWEET NOTHINGS!
Written by DAPHNE ADDISON
Sweet nothing's!!! Love it!
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