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Those cold maudlin tears, oh they won't subdue me
They can't induce my sympathy
You're a crocodile
An infantile
Those fake mawkish pearls, oh they won't confound me
I will not stand your litanies
You're a bitter child
And I'm not beguiled
I've been reflecting at length that it might be time you gave this act up
We spectators have suffered quite enough
When you consider that mirror your painted face betrays one great mistake
To disappear under veils and display
Don't think your deceit is worthy of a memory
This is not Gethsemane
It's a petty feud
Not some ancient ruse
Don't dupe yourself into thinking there's some bravery
In surviving so artfully
Life's not that hard
You're not Becky Sharp
I've been reflecting at length that it might be time you gave this act up
We spectators have suffered quite enough
When you consider that mirror your painted face betrays one great mistake
To disappear under veils and display