Vanity Is The Ugliest Thing
You wear the newest clothes of the finest kind,
powder your face to get rid of the shine
tighten the laces, push out your chest,
how else can you prove that you're the very best?
Pile your hair up high
and hold your head up just the same,
your laugh, your smile, are a boldfaced lie
but we'll pretend we don't know the truth behind your game.
For that's truly what you live by,
a game of who's lashes are longer, features are stronger,
who can pretend they're perfect longer.
You keep looking at your pretty face in the mirror
staring so long it disappears,
your beauty slowly turning to waste
your skin rotting and under your fine dress of lace,
you now see an ugly heart to match your ugly face.
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