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Cigarette smoke wreaths me in decay

and I watch as it blows away.....away

I'll watch as my troubles surface through the fog

of half hidden truths and bold faced lies

but who will I hold as I'm falling apart?

no one will see the beauty in my disgrace

the hunting hands will seek my reflection

for nothing but the reflection remains

I'll tear myself apart to see just how I work

I'll watch as the beauty unfolds.....

the beauty in the breakdown

is there some twisted beauty in My breakdown?

will you try to halt my breakdown?

will you save me from this decay?

or will I just waste away......away

will I be just another fallen star?

or will I be another scar in the life of the world

wallowing in memories.....confusion reins supreme

do you see a beauty in this breakdown?

I see no beauty in my breakdown

just another shallow cut that scabs and and peels and flakes and heals

no lasting memory to see in these marks

there is no beauty in my breakdown....

no beauty left......in me, I'm just broken down