Some folk hold onto their youth at all cost, but eventually, we all succumb to age's wrath |
She's so pretty....just ask her so But beneath the surface, a horror story lurks Your best friend, with every promise made As long as you have the perks Her lips they pout And those breasts they shout “Look at me, I'm so pretty!” If only she saw what we see Shallow beauty only skin deep The mirror distorts and her image flows Down the drain, with the bleach and her friends The only thing that matters, is a profit is made Faking it all until the bitter end With no moral values Worshipping only the almighty dollar What value is a lifelong friend? With all those who anonymously follow Strutting down the road of life Catching a glimpse in a widow's reflection A troubled frown shows the lines of doubt Age, it seems, is ruining her perfection While we all pass the years with grace Her inability to accept the inevitable slide A lift of the hips and a pouting of the lips From only one person does she hide What a pity she only gets... Her procedures done externally When it's on the inside she needs the work done An ego that remains eternally |