I was a beautiful mess
Ruined and finished in my distress
My heart was destroyed
My soul was a void
Then she spotted me
All of me she did see
She made herself know
And made me her own
She color a picture and crossed out the sun
She hold me and whispers that I am the one
She sees the ivisible me that no one could find
She dances and plays body, soul, and mind
What do you do to a beautiful mess
You give it to the Calamity in a cute dress
You give it tears to cry
A reason not to die
A girl with extacy in her eyes
A girl who live when she dies
Take away his knife
Give a perfect wife
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