beauty the sickness
Beauty the sickness
I hear the wispers of the world.
I try to run, but they have me by the throat.
They instill inside of me what they see as beauty.
Now all of a sudden the world can see me??
What was wrong with me before?
They took the beauty that I saw within me.
They replaced it with empty lies!
I glance into the mirror and what do I see?
An empty void that use to be me.
Now they look as I walk down the street.
Now they want to see me.