Emily Dickinson - Real lyrics
I like a look of agony, Because I know it 's true; Men do not sham convulsion, Nor simulate a throe. The eyes glaze once, and that is d**h. Impossible to feign The beads upon the forehead By homely anguish strung.
I like a look of agony, Because I know it 's true; Men do not sham convulsion, Nor simulate a throe. The eyes glaze once, and that is d**h. Impossible to feign The beads upon the forehead By homely anguish strung.