Heart beats beat me free -- it made a soldier of me.
Traitor! Traitor!
Where did your armor fall?
Failure! failure. Was this enough?
...to break the broken, lost, misspoken;
the scrapbooks' open. Photos are stuck in,
patchwork privvy.
Turvy-tipsy.
"It's all art splatter!"
'I couldn't be happier."
This song was much sadder.
- and this made a Man of Me.
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