Imperfection she's been told

The positives are undersold

A gain of envy, a loss of health

Preparing to consume herself



She does not see the pulsing veins

She does not feel her own restraints

Before the eyes the beauty is wasting away

Reflections praise, she's dressed in decay



You see the struggle flood the skin 

From promises to paper-thin

She turns a blind eye, will of stone

From stunning smile, to flesh and bone



She does not see the pulsing veins

She does not feel her own restraints

Before the eyes the beauty is wasting away

Reflections praise, she's dressed in decay



She does not see the pulsing veins

She does not feel her own restraints

Before the eyes the beauty is wasting away

Reflections praise, she's dressed in decay