Cynthia
Why are you always screaming?
Tell your lies
Nobody believes you
Think t
I'll be there shortly
Sit tight I won't be long
It's been
(I can tell that there is something wrong)
Darling you look
Focus on the choir
They can't see you gasping for assistance
Sitting
All dolled up for the night out,
Brush back your hair
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