Don’t try to read me. You’ll never understand these tangled lyrics.
Don’t try to paint me. You’ll misuse those wonderful colours.
Don’t even listen to me. You’ll wish my words were lullabies.
Don’t look me in the eyes. You’ll hate your blurred reflection.
Don’t touch this shimmering heart. You won’t stand the light.
And most of all, don’t try to fix me. I’m not broken…
Just a little twisted…
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