Your Presence
Princesses and dresses
Money and fame
They all sound the same but as the days go by the meanings start to change
Princesses live in castles and along with that castle comes dresses and pity
But sometimes they lose that pity and don't get a dime in return,not even a penny.
The day you lose your money is the day you lose your fame
Some people might remember your name but they won't treat you the same.
It escalates quickly like a moving frisbee,day after day your name gets used in envy
Day after day you get reminded of who's friendly,the world might remember your name but your talk seems to change.
The way your name used to slip off of people's tongue like candy now it's like you carry a felony,to the end of your days it's like you cease to feel the pain of never having fame.
Beauty & The Beast
Beauty is what people see when you have makeup on
The beast is who they see when you start to do people wrong
The built up anger coming from the exhaustion of trying to prove yourself to everyone
You only meant to get back at that one not the whole ton
Having one friend is better than having none
To become a beast you have to be broken inside
To have beauty its like you have to have pride
You want to have a love like Bonnie & Clyde
But the beast inside you won't let you have that type of paradise
Walking around with a smile on the outside
All these eyes staring you down from the blind side
Just make sure when you release the beast and not the beauty
You have something to look back on and say ¨you knew me.¨
Shadows and darkness
Saturday and Sunday are the days we relax trying to forget our past
Trying to cast the thing that you did last
You look through a piece of glass to see yourself
But when your alone the darkness in your room sits on a shelf
Then Sunday comes along and wants to be apart of the song
You take a long shower just to recall what matters most
Your favorite show or your favorite song
Sunday flows away like a lost cause
But you take a pause to realize that it wasn't a weekday
You were just trying to paraphrase what life would look like if it wasn't a maze
Body and Skin
Bodys being touched with force
Boys feel the guilt, the remorse
When the girls try to speak up it's like they've lost their voice
Day after day they have to relive that foist
Sitting in their own blood
Trying to rethink if she was an assignment to see if she understood
People ask if she gave consent , if she meant for it to go down like it went
But at the end of the day it doesn't matter if we gave to consent it matters as to who gets to hold the sin
And if we back down out of it its like they win
But we can't go down without a fight so if you're reading this don't give in
Scars and Acne
Under our colored and uncolored skin we have scars that say ¨we survived and it won't happen again¨
Our acne on our face decide whos pretty and whos not
And if it lands on not,we might as well sit there and endure the reactions of being an ugly rot
But just because those scars are sitting on your body
It doesn't mean that you have to take those actions and turn them into a destruction of society
Compose that energy and anxiety into something that doesn't destroy someone's property
Day and night
Waking up daily and doing the same routine
Wondering if today will be any different or will you meet a guy named Dean?
Normally we wouldn't even get out of bed but school never takes a day off,schools really been a pain in our head
Saying words that we know we'll dread
Spreading negative energy but to what end?
Wasted
Waiting by your phone to see if he texted wondering if his phone is broken or if he just hadn't got the message
Thinking daily about what you did wrong a year goes by and your not even sure if he remembers your song
Then you get the text,the text that makes you feel like you tried your best
'Hey I'm sorry can we take a break,it's not you it's me I'm the one that made the mistake'
You get over him
You start going to the gym
Then after a year goes by life just seemed like a wasted beer
