One day Maggie was in a very gloomy mood When she looked into her mirror - and what she found was good and she fell in love with her image that day and that love was the root for the power of her hate in some weird way and she sensed she had to use op the people that she knew more than they'd been using her and worse than they would do and it wasn't even mean, it seemed justified For how could things be bad that worked for everyone and made her feel allright? She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well to the brassy sound of a glassy bell and a fire at the bottom was burning on It was nourished by passion and love that was gone There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell Maggie's mind and Maggie's body and a picture of the moment when she fell and the mirror said: You take what you can't get If you can't get esteem, you must have self - respect. and Maggie tried it out, it seemed to work a while But she was never tough, and fighting all alone just made her weak inside Noone cared about her in the way that she would need and what she really was was for them less than what she seemed and then she played with time and people and with truth and lies she tried to buy the world, but she was bought instead and even paid the price She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well to the brassy sound of a glassy bell and a fire at the bottom was burning on It was nourished by passion and love that was gone There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell Maggie's mind and Maggie's body and a picture of the moment when she fell She was loved by everybody like they love a child But cofusion isn't innocence, and dancing can turn wild She didn't know which way to go and tore her soul apart Life is strange without an aim, and chosing all directions had to crack her fragile heart. She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well to the brassy sound of a glassy bell and a fire at the bottom was burning on It was nourished by passion and love that was gone There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell Maggie's mind and Maggie's body, they were waiting that she fell She was dancing on the rim of a deep round well to the brassy sound of a glassy bell and a fire at the bottom was burning on It was nourished by passion and love that was gone There was heat in the air and a smoky cloud above and the giggles and the sighs of a couple making love and around there was a market, everybody tried to sell Maggie's mind and Maggie's body and a picture of the moment when she fell |
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