She put her makeup on heavier than before

Puts her fake mask on for all men to adore

Her best accessories are the chains she has from fashion

She lacks any sort of originality and absolutely no passion

Looking like a manikin she's put on display

Always choosing the wrong guys while the right ones never get any play

Looking more disgusting with every fake eye lash

Little does she know she's a plastic piece of trash

She acts as if she's better than everyone with no sense of reality

When will she realize the flaws of her morality

Stalking band members has become her past time

This girl is truly walking a thin line

She is stuck in her own personal hell

Forever wearing a mask in her makeup covered cell.

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