Bird Of Ill Omen

Taking a stab at happiness because sensitive wrists grow bored too attracted to beauty but she doesnt feel the same
its a crush that would hurt us both
a hurt beyond belief, smilings become a luxury lately
how i miss that touch theres no comparison
every pretty face shall get a taste of my jealousy
this brick wall will never fall again
for ive become a creature to others eyes
my interest in mirrors does not exist
I am alone and this is true happiness
love is an act for the trustworthy
trust is an act for fools and to hell with the fools
im no longer an imposter
I am alone
[ When Smiling Becomes A Luxury Lyrics ]