My Smile is painted on,
Black Lips and a white face,
Covered by a racoon mask.
I tear smears the Fake face.
As a shiver Runs Down my spine,
Something about him was fun,
Even if he hurt me,
I knew it meant he loves me,
Cork-gun in hand i trot up to meet him.
I'm his Ace of hearts,Ace in his sleeve
Keeper of secrets and always loyal,
No Matter what, Not even death can part us.