Knock Knock..
I am the end of tomorrow,
The ghost of yesterday,
The moment of regret
The pain of today
I am the beauty the springs borrow
The silver lining in air
The waves that beset
The dream in a nightmare
I am the hand that knocks
And the mind that flies away
I am the devil in Prada
Or so they say
Knock Knock..
At eight O'clock
The flight takes off
Flying to another nest
Another evil act in the way
Men earun nice
Women earun honest
And promises earun kept
Until I came this day
Knock Knock..
We all act in a play
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