Lucky 21

It’s nice not to pretend anymore,

Shed the veil from my eyes

And move on


Twenty-one times you lied and

Acted upon a wicked spell

Casting black doom


Waltzing behind my back, cheating

Plastic heart, dead inside

Cover your tracks


Lubricated guilt, erasing smiles

You sever the headless glass

And wander on


Is it nice – to not pretend anymore?

Shed the veil from your eyes

You lucky one