One does not simply own beauty, one creates it.
In their dreams, they feel they can obtain it.
All alone, in a dark nights rest.
all their thoughts.. lifeless.
Cursed by change and
hidden by lies,
Running from the truth
beauty now dies.
They don't understand
They don't truly care.
Beauty now burns, leaves smoke in the air.
Years go by and age seeps in.
Beauty's worn out,
life is giving in.
Death creeps up, beauty now cries.
You're all alone in your beautiful lies!