Verse 1:
Just 20 minutes ago she left her home
And proceeded to subdue the voice in her earphones
As she went in the store past the corner
Looked around the inner-environment and pa**ed a
Foreigner
Something tripped her visual detection
As she looked through a mag in the book section
Flicked past the contents page of
Fhm magazine
To find the secrets that would make her the female of
Every male's dream
Went on and hopelessly trying to imitate a model-like celebrity
She had to abuse her own image carelessly
Went into the local council often for therapy
She decided to go into hospital for surgey
Mis-believed that this artificial beauty
Could neutralize insecurity
Conscious of unhealthy practices and what she deemed as unsafe foods
Even fatty liquids were rejected
To the point that she was anerexic
Verse 2:
Before long her figure was covered in fake eyes and fake b**bs
Which cursed her to date guys disguised as fake dudes, She only found fornication not love
This male upon male cycle became her addictive drug
With loneliness comparable to a tea kettle without the mug
Needed comfort and her baby sister didn't hesitate for a hug
One day she went to a local cafe
Ordered a blueberry muffin with a chocolate lattay
Sat down to get her head clear
From the daily emotions such as anxiety, depression and fear
But she turned her head and smiled at what was near
Across the queue at the very end
Was a guy that she would love to get to know as a friend
Or perhaps even more
And at a quarter to 4
When she took out her mirror
The strange figure came near her
Took a seat opposite her
Both sets of eyes faced at the same time
At this point while she was sipping her cup
I gained courage to communicate and I asked her "what's up?"
Verse 3:
She explained in full to me
How it was painful to see
Guy after guy betray her
My initial thoughts were "what do I say to her"?
She has undoubtedly been tricked by society
The image of true values was to her the sight of me
Her face looked like it had been painted-up
Like she accidently fell face first into a tray of make-up
I could recognise the stains of her night before
Got up off the chair and offered food with "would you like some more
She rejected the offer
Hopefully the advice I gave taught her
Not to feel bad about her natural posture
And to get rid of this plastic impostor
I then left the cafe shop
If there was any connection between our hearts I dismembered the vein
I don't remember her name
But this story is a metaphor about how every popular or insecure girl is the same
How their uncomfort begins to flex
Resorting to unsafe s**
And being paid welfare checks
While another poor worker's back wrecks