*I carry my face in my hands every day
Just in case it starts dissolving away
*So no soul can see the raw underneath
It's agony to think about, like pulling teeth
*I try everything in my power to improve my exterior
Then why do I constantly feel so inferior?
*Mirror shards drench my bathroom floor
I'm discontent, always wanting more
*Take away my face paint, I'm not a clown
Swallowed by my own critiques, I drown
*Whose eyes am I trying to please but mine?
I've secluded myself inside, I drew the line
*Cut out my eyes they serve no purpose
Filling in the crease of my eye, Is it worth it?
*Empty pleasure filled with blush
I still feel the same, the agonizing crush
*That accompanies the feelings of emptiness
Who would of known makeup was such a mess