She cant escape the oppression of her own reflection
No Rolling out of bed without a hint of refreshment
caked on cover-up
peach blossom balm
wasting time picking out that matching thong
This is her song
For she sings
Simple sell out starving for stardom
Endless Empty tummy, tumbling toward treacherous trails
She fails
Unknowlegably educated yet memorably mention missy maximizes profits
Inevitably investing wishes on cosmetic commits
We all can comment
For all have formally fallen victim of the mass media mania
Melting mesmerized by flashy famed females
Backing advertisements even in emails
No wonder she cannot face the oppression of her own reflection
For her daring diets won't ever let her digest them
And she never even questions
What true beauty is
Or how long someone with her problems can continue to live
Hoping fitting a size three will finally make her free
She'll turn on the TV
Enchanted by who she's always wanted to be
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-27 02:09:03
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