so shallow, they cant see beneath the layers of makeup you cake on, to look pretty, i don't feel pretty, I feel lost, so out of my own skin, lost in trying to match up to your expectations, killing my self in side, there 4 kind of people the shallow people who only see looks, the people that can see beneath it all, the once who fall into the trap trying to met the expectations, and finely those who don't care, they rather live and have others find them ugly then kill them self slowly to meed shallow souls we need more of those before the rest of the world dies slow
