Tried covering up these lies
With blush looking through a compact mirror
Nothing works, not even shopping
The plastic on her face is chipping off slowly
She tells her friends everything's okay
They giggle and smirk, oh what a joyous day
But when you least expect it, she goes home crying
Trying to put the pieces back together.
This life is a lie
A trap she can't get out of
Popularity to her makes the world go round
Ignoring what she used to be
Parties when parents are away
Lead to messes and regret
She may be a young girl
But she tries to act older
Boys and magazines
People so beautiful and perfect looking
But can they see the lies within
As this is beginning to be a sin
Does she realize that this is all a lie?
That deep down, a fire of hate is burning?
No, she bottles them up and buries them
As they slowly turn into zombies and devour happiness
All the people she has hurt
All the friends she used to have
These new ones control her with puppet strings
A black widow's web she cannot escape with wings
One day something inside of her snapped
It cracked like an eggshell, broken and pouring out yoke
When she realized her life was one big joke
You could hear the mean girls whisper in their minds:
"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Is it true that our new friend had a crying spell in the mall?
Is she really that pathetic, not ready to face it?"
The plastic mask on her face broke into a million pieces
Revealing something sad and broken
This girl lost everything
Her innocence
Her friends
Her mother's trust
All are gone because of popularity blood-lust
Her world was a lie
But she came to find a truth
As she then painted her world black
Finding her true self
She was afraid of her deep dark secret
A secret about her interest in goth
So everything dark and depressing
Has lead her happiness into solitude and sloth
People worry, people wonder
Why she does this now?
Because the Perfect World she once knew
She set it on fire, using voodoo
No more plastic
No more glass
That was known
When she traumitized the whole popularity class.
With blush looking through a compact mirror
Nothing works, not even shopping
The plastic on her face is chipping off slowly
She tells her friends everything's okay
They giggle and smirk, oh what a joyous day
But when you least expect it, she goes home crying
Trying to put the pieces back together.
This life is a lie
A trap she can't get out of
Popularity to her makes the world go round
Ignoring what she used to be
Parties when parents are away
Lead to messes and regret
She may be a young girl
But she tries to act older
Boys and magazines
People so beautiful and perfect looking
But can they see the lies within
As this is beginning to be a sin
Does she realize that this is all a lie?
That deep down, a fire of hate is burning?
No, she bottles them up and buries them
As they slowly turn into zombies and devour happiness
All the people she has hurt
All the friends she used to have
These new ones control her with puppet strings
A black widow's web she cannot escape with wings
One day something inside of her snapped
It cracked like an eggshell, broken and pouring out yoke
When she realized her life was one big joke
You could hear the mean girls whisper in their minds:
"Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Is it true that our new friend had a crying spell in the mall?
Is she really that pathetic, not ready to face it?"
The plastic mask on her face broke into a million pieces
Revealing something sad and broken
This girl lost everything
Her innocence
Her friends
Her mother's trust
All are gone because of popularity blood-lust
Her world was a lie
But she came to find a truth
As she then painted her world black
Finding her true self
She was afraid of her deep dark secret
A secret about her interest in goth
So everything dark and depressing
Has lead her happiness into solitude and sloth
People worry, people wonder
Why she does this now?
Because the Perfect World she once knew
She set it on fire, using voodoo
No more plastic
No more glass
That was known
When she traumitized the whole popularity class.
