She paints her toes
Put her best face on
Cat eye wings drawn
Red lipstick promises
A tender heart beneath
White teeth lie and bite
Hide the charred insides
Assuming her favorite disguise
Her smile shows no sign of grace
Darker than the dead of space
Heat and chemical sprays
No part of her left genuine
A glance in the mirror
Before she goes out
Nothing can touch her
Except her own doubt
Perfect, she breathes
Perfect, she lies
Perfect, she screams
Perfect, she dies
Jun 17, 2013
Jun 17, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
She paints her toes
Put her best face on
Cat eye wings drawn
Red lipstick promises
A tender heart beneath
White teeth lie and bite
Hide the charred insides
Assuming her favorite disguise
Her smile shows no sign of grace
Darker than the dead of space
Heat and chemical sprays
No part of her left genuine
A glance in the mirror
Before she goes out
Nothing can touch her
Except her own doubt
Perfect, she breathes
Perfect, she lies
Perfect, she screams
Perfect, she dies
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