this is the last time we come around, we can´t pretend we´re having a good time

 
I´m not amused this scene is a joke,
I´m surrounded by judgmentalism
It makes me nauseous to witness this sick masquerade,
I´m a ghost in a way I´m not existing at all.
 
Shallow wery beautiful people are dancing,
trying really hard to fit in.

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