Maybe beauty is everything
Just the concept is so alluring
That many get trapped in the commotion
We all believe the same notion
In this world where little girls learn to chisel
Paint their faces with neon artificial
Decorate themselves in prim ornates
And pucker up their lips till they suffocate
Maybe beauty is pain we've been concealing
And there's beauty in everything
"What's a little bit of hunger?"
"I can go on a little while longer"
Slowly she fades away
Until her colors turn to gray
And she falls into hell's tempest
Where the weakest fall the fastest
