my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

 

                       The preacher said he was a good man
                       and his ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ said he was a good friend
                    but the women in the тωσ вℓα¢к νєιℓѕ
                                              didn’t bother to cry

                               

                           They took turns laying a rose down
                                  threw a handful of dirt into the deep ground
                          He’s not the o n l y  o n e who had a ｓｅｃｒｅｔ to hide

                                              bye bye, 
                                                      bye bye…
                                            ＢＹＥ ＢＹＥ