Your chart shows, truth you soundly deny The stars hold, your life's blueprints You smirk and pass them by You just pass them by (You're a) velvet hand inside an iron glove Alone there, praising the very thoughts you're Thinking of
Your veil of charm is pulled back For all within sight To gaze upon in surprise I'm staring with delight!
You cannot change your fate! No! Selfish anger on your face Oh stop it, you're breaking my heart! You love the fine art of disgrace But not when it's cast in your part! You should have listened up, and seen your faults Narcissism gets you nowhere at all! Nowhere at all!
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