Beauty is supposed to be something that you feel
but apparently if you can't see it it's not real
To obtain perfection we keep our lips sealed
because nothing tastes as good as thin feels
Now my shoes tell another story step in them yourself
You can still see the pictures of me sitting on the shelf
And I'm laughing
And I'm happy
And I'm smiling ear to ear
But what you cannot fathom is the silence that I hear
And then she talks and I listen and I do what I'm told
Hoping that this dark rainbow has a sparkley *** of gold
And when she speaks she walks around you doesn't have a face
But that's because she's just a particle in space