Taking more of your youth away
I smile at your panicked expressions
You look so cute this way
As you throw more and more of yourself away for others
I keep these pieces of you forever in my music box
Replaying the Self you can never reclaim
What beautiful music you use to make
He never knew when I would strike
Everyone become my present sooner or later
Gift Wrapped so nicely like a Christmas Present
How about you? When will you come to be my present?
I am just kidding; you don’t know
Only I know the answer to that
My beautiful garden, My Rosy Obsessions
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