And we're purging to be pretty,
and smoking to stay thin.
Starving until our bones feel light as air.
Wearing make-up like a mask,
using clothes to advertise the goods, to
make the boys want us
Mistaking life lessons for soul mates.
Physically putting out and
emotionally shutting down.
And we're dumbing ourselves down.
Acting stupid because it's cute.
Hiding our wit because it's unattractive.
They want lady in the streets and
freak in the sheets.
But on their schedule, not yours.
But the lady has to be a *****
And the ***** has to be domestic.
It's a trap.
And we're used up
Washed up
Fed up
****** up**
We're twenty something and giving up on the world.
We're twenty something and dead inside.
And taking it all in stride.
Dec 9, 2013
Dec 9, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
And we're purging to be pretty,
and smoking to stay thin.
Starving until our bones feel light as air.
Wearing make-up like a mask,
using clothes to advertise the goods, to
make the boys want us
Mistaking life lessons for soul mates.
Physically putting out and
emotionally shutting down.
And we're dumbing ourselves down.
Acting stupid because it's cute.
Hiding our wit because it's unattractive.
They want lady in the streets and
freak in the sheets.
But on their schedule, not yours.
But the lady has to be a *****
And the ***** has to be domestic.
It's a trap.
And we're used up
Washed up
Fed up
****** up**
We're twenty something and giving up on the world.
We're twenty something and dead inside.
And taking it all in stride.
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