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I can hardly imagine living in,

a world devoid of you.

But then it segues. The run becomes progressively more discordant until the chorus hits full force, and it’s harsh. It’s angry. It’s full of rage and fury.

But the world is dark and terrifying.

The promises were a lie.

The same ones who talked of beauty,

Were the first to decry.

The face that once was gorgeous

You say now is horrifying

The world has made it ugly,

A gorgeous monstrosity.

The transition to beauty again is seamless, like my fingers know what my heart wants to say as long as I stay out of their way.

You told me I was gorgeous.

You told me I was beloved.

You said you would be faithful.

No matter what the world did.

All the joy inside of me,

All the hope for a brighter day,

The monster consumed it all,

I became beast and also prey.

The chorus stays the same—angry, all my rage and fury transformed into discordant notes and staccato rhythms, but then there’s one last transition. The entire thing moves up a step, and the melodies from the two parts—angry and ethereal—combine.

The world is dark and terrifying.

That much, at least, was true.

But those who spoke of beauty,

Were the villains, not me and you.

It’s not the face at fault here

It’s those glaring and jeering

The real beast is inside them,

They get back what they give.

So stop looking for monsters,

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