She was beautiful
But when others told her
She would say they weren't truthful
She looked for a cure
For her so called disease
He saw the truth about beauty
It was the true disease
Beauty was snooty
Beauty was meant to please
But it was the disease that kills
She looks in the mirror
Day after day
It couldn't be clearer
She knew the way
To get rid of her so called disease
He saw the disease spread
He saw the end result
He often pled
He wanted her to become an adult
But it was the disease that kills
