Music Lyrics Party For One I was my own best enemy,Then my own best friend.Wearing my scars like platinum chain,Tortured my own soul by me, myself, and I.I was obsessed with hurt and pain,And it became a fine art and pain.Party for one, those are my days,Even in the crowd I dance on my own.IContinue reading “Poetry”
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