If beauty is pain why must pain be beautiful?
Are we to sin for our hairless upper lips?
Cloud the skies for our favorite lipstick?
Carve meaningless words into our hearts for our perfectly trimmed eyebrows?
You say you'll be alright in your mask. You say: "beauty makes me happy."
But still I wonder, how much pain have you suffered?
I face myself in the mirror, a battle in my eyes.
I am not beautiful and I still feel pain.
Beauty is pain, pain is everything.