| Imperfection shes been told
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| The positives are undersold
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| A gain of envy, a loss of health
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| Preparing to consume herself
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| She does not see the pulsing veins
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| She does not feel her own restraints
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| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away
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| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay
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| You see the struggle flood the skin
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| From promises to paper-thin
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| She turns a blind eye, will of stone
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| From stunning smile, to flesh and bone
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| She does not see the pulsing veins
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| She does not feel her own restraints
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| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away
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| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay
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| She does not see the pulsing veins
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| She does not feel her own restraints
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| Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away
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| Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay |