You seem to lack a purpose
For all that you would choose to be
The banter of the crowded
The feeding of a fallacy
But then this beautiful
Has you plagued with doubt
(from who you're meant to be and who you live for)
And what's ignorance dictates your smiles
They dress you like a showroom
Exhibit all you've never been
Acquire degradation
And spent is your virginity
But now, you beautiful is you breaking out
(from who you're meant to be and who you live for)
The simple things clothe you lovely on the out from within
What was taken for a flaw is a piece of perfection
These stars may fly