Purple Lipstick
I'm looking bad these days...
I put on make-up, wash my hair
but something strange shows through.
Like the women on the street,
wearing purple lipstick,
With a scarred look around their eyes.
Some carry little dogs,
others talk to themselves.
Something's wearing off that kept me safe,
and one doesn't want to look too close.
Is this what meth does?
I didn't know, or I would not have done it again.
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