Imperfection she's been told    The positives are undersold    A gain of envy, a loss of health    Preparing to consume herself       She does not see the pulsing veins    She does not feel her own restraints    Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away    Reflections praise, shes dressed in decay       You see the struggle flood the skin    From promises to paper-thin    She turns a blind eye, will of stone    From stunning smile, to flesh and bone       She does not see the pulsing veins    She does not feel her own restraints    Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away    Reflections praise, shes dressed in decay       She does not see the pulsing veins    She does not feel her own restraints    Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away    Reflections praise, shes dressed in decay