Bam. Shotgun from the world is hitting home.

Ouch. It hurts.

The bloodstains on the carpet aren't for little kids to see.

You think her face is ugly, but you've kept all that resentment inside because hate leads nowhere.

Now honesty. Honesty is different. Honesty gets you places.

(and she says it's just easier to lie.)

And you know that's why she's so fat is because she takes the easy road, the shortcut.

And they say the shortcut's so much more fun, and it might be, but it's scary.

It's scary to know that you'll end up like them.

(and you know you can't be like them because that's just not cool.)

Cool. Suave. Sophisticated. Elegant. Grace. What you need, what you oh-so-direly-desire to possess.

Like him.

And you fell along with the rest of the girls for his foreign charm because in his accented English he swept you off your feet.

And you know it was pointless.

You try to be pretty for him, you honestly do, but it's going to get you nowhere.

Heartache. Stomachache. Headache.

Your whole body feels so weak.

And that's why all the pretty girls starve is so that they can be just that one step closer to perfection…

The vomit stains on the bathroom floor aren't for your mother to see.

The fire that's swept across your esophagus from all those lies you've told is burning away a part of you.

And it's not long till the lies burn you up inside, and the hate is discovered by her, and her.

And everyone will see then, that the world isn't so perfect at all, that people are just complex, confused beings always wanting what they can't have. Always complaining, always wanting, never satisfied.

So you'll curl up on the floor and cry.

(and you're so sure that you start to look like an old man when you cry.)

And she's just so sweet and lovely so why do you hate her?

Because she's taking away all the attention from you?

My my, what a diva.

And you only want the spotlight to burn you up.

(careful now, the sun wants to change the night.)

So you'll run the long path until your legs fade away.

And then you'll still keep on running.

Because it hurts too much to stay.