I'm bound to believe she's a fucking disgrace,
just another little pretty face;
But in the end is that all?
The sight of her makes my skin crawl.

Beautiful, Perfect, Is that all she's got?
Pretending to be something she's not,
She's got it all, so whats the deal?
Wasting her time throwing up another meal?

She's got all the envy around,
But yet she holds more pride wearing "Bitch" as her crown
You would think this girl had it made,
From the grace in her heels, the tint in her shades.

I can hear her heart cracking from miles away.
Her skin shedding beauty from the day;
But yet we want to be just like her,
after all she's a doll i'm sure.

Society believes she's the definition of pretty;
But I think of something far more witty.
A little girl who lost her soul,
Who's got a body of a goddess but a heart of coal.

She's nothing more than a mirage.