beauty (niet zelf geschreven)
killer legs and sexy pose
sprawled out in designer clothes
faded in a crystal scene
of models, make up and unheard screams
blue eyed beauty's
with bones as seems
with that stick thin finger in your throat
a blade right through your soul
a day or two of meals you skip
one more name upon the toll
of those who said "i can, i will"
who whorship the mirror
yet hate what they see
they starve to be idols
gods of magazines and mtv
rainbow wristbands on both sides
covering scars, pulled by the tides
did you think in you twisted mind
that with the bonessatisfaction you'd find
that a tiny waist meant perfection
and that you'd finally smile at your own reflection
all the girls, they look at you
and wonder what the hell you do
to stay so thin, to be so fare
you starve to earn their jealous stare
surf and sand, tanned body's lie
strip for looks and watch your diginty die
judging faces, an impying stare
sprawled out like you just don't care
so self conscious, yet so self aware
hating yourself, exposed and bare
chiselled waist and diamond bracelet
long black dress lyfted as you flee
praying you won't fall
and smash those cheekbones you starved to see
so starving damsel, can you still feel?
those finger tips
or when i touch your lips
when i hold you close
when i hold your hips
when i brush your cheek
or when we kiss...?
so hold your head and away you run
angels flee and demons come
try to fight the rythm, the drum
but self loathing left you numb
insecure yet model thin
starve or purge,
evil shal win
and darling, i'm sorry for the lack of depth to beauty
sprawled out in designer clothes
faded in a crystal scene
of models, make up and unheard screams
blue eyed beauty's
with bones as seems
with that stick thin finger in your throat
a blade right through your soul
a day or two of meals you skip
one more name upon the toll
of those who said "i can, i will"
who whorship the mirror
yet hate what they see
they starve to be idols
gods of magazines and mtv
rainbow wristbands on both sides
covering scars, pulled by the tides
did you think in you twisted mind
that with the bonessatisfaction you'd find
that a tiny waist meant perfection
and that you'd finally smile at your own reflection
all the girls, they look at you
and wonder what the hell you do
to stay so thin, to be so fare
you starve to earn their jealous stare
surf and sand, tanned body's lie
strip for looks and watch your diginty die
judging faces, an impying stare
sprawled out like you just don't care
so self conscious, yet so self aware
hating yourself, exposed and bare
chiselled waist and diamond bracelet
long black dress lyfted as you flee
praying you won't fall
and smash those cheekbones you starved to see
so starving damsel, can you still feel?
those finger tips
or when i touch your lips
when i hold you close
when i hold your hips
when i brush your cheek
or when we kiss...?
so hold your head and away you run
angels flee and demons come
try to fight the rythm, the drum
but self loathing left you numb
insecure yet model thin
starve or purge,
evil shal win
and darling, i'm sorry for the lack of depth to beauty
26 mrt 2008
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