Wiseman
And so I force happiness apon myself, to make others feel welcome and happy. So we can take their money So some asshole on the top can be rich. The smile on my lips is plastic While his smiling lips rot away. Forgotten and far away I never remembered to write to email to call to remember. But now it is too late, I am the asshole forcing a smile so others will smile while we steal their souls.
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