Imperfection shes been told
The positives are undersold
A gain of envy, a loss of health

Preparing to consume herself

She does not see the pulsing veins

She does not feel her own restraints
Before the eyes the beauty is wasting away
Reflections placed, shes dressed in decay


You see the struggle flood the skin
From promises to paper-thin

She turns a blind eye, will of stone
From stunning smile, to flesh and bone


She does not see the pulsing veins
She does not feel her own restraints
Before the eyes the beauty is wasting away

Reflections placed, shes dressed in decay

She does not see the pulsing veins

She does not feel her own restraints
Before the eyes the beauty is wasting away
Reflections placed, shes dressed in decay