dorian (interlude) from starry eyed by eloise charlie

One day, you'll be paid
for your actions. This is not her play.
There is vain in vanity, sane even in sanity.
Traded your soul in turn for paint.

Dorain, Dorian, Dorian. Hey!
Dorian, Dorian, why do you look grey?
About you, there's this narcissistic hate.
You don't see it but it's now your gait.

It was all feelings until talent all gone.
Oh, the excuse. But greed will feed on.
Beauty in a kind soul is immortal.
You chase after lust like its gold dust.
Hoping the new youths not like you.
How can you be true?
The chance that you blew, the talent with a view.
You need to cut through, your illusion of low IQ.
(Of low IQ)

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