Sunday, October 14, 2012

The Mystery of 1000 Nights

I'm not who you think I am
I'm not who you think me to be
Be it pretty princess or ladylike

Next thing you know it's 8am
My lips are sealed
Not trying to hide the devil from your eyes

My skin changes colors
You can see things aren't the way they seem
A false dream you once had of me
A nightmare 
You wake up in the dark

Something's not right 
with me or my friends
Hiding in the shadows
Coming out after dark
In your peripheral you can make out our face

The smile behind our eyes hides 
the mystery of 1000 nights
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