One must suffer for beauty
But not in this self-destructive fashion
Maybe after we put ourselves out there
They'll worship at the pedestal
Some skewed mindset of what glamour highlights

Re-invent yourself
Not innovate another's identity
We're just templates
left to be traced by another
Who wants to be the photocopied poster child?

She just wants out
You can't blame her for exploiting herself
This was after the *sext messages
Sent to his phone
forwarded to all his friends
sent to all their friends
inevitably the internet

Girl's got a sickness about her
She wants to go viral
Starving for attention
Starving herself for perfection

Caught somewhere between ascension of ego
and descension of the soul
She's lost like a lighter in a smoke circle
Won't somebody spark the way?