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photoshoplifting beauty is thievery
the new school of surgery is than it needs to be
drug induced happiness, fabricated amazement,
these emaciated saviors staying face down to the
are excess weight while waiting for their nightly compliment
a conduit to self destruction, can we call this a yet?
i'm watching this from distances far from the populace
and that this is all so far from acknowledgment
little pixels placed in such arrangements
redefining faces to place on magazine
in the eye of the beholder, is unconditional
but in the hands of the controller nothing but unoriginal
turning what's unique into carbon advertisements
the definition of was shot by the ones so merciless
a person's inner can be remade without affection
with a click to fix a blemish, staying for attention
these lessons that i've learned come months of discretion
while has burned images of such perfection
in our retinas, they're telling us to be something not
after applications from the make up that you bought
it's ridiculous, vision of beauty is unacceptable
intentionally forcing images of the
spectacles in our face, it's so hard to be
once we see the unattainable, we never the chase

let's render some effects, uncheck the side effects
that might affect the render, hit enter and see how bright it
blur out the blemish, the edges
is the next form of expression
you can make yourself with a click of the mouse
if there are parts you dont like you can single out
add layers upon layers to vision of doubt
you can your image or just mimic someone else

to be honest, i the way i'm looking now
funny how my can so quickly change into a frown
the mirror reminds me of every time i've in
but i can't emotions in these differences so thick and thin
it's the reflection gets me every glance
i still cant lie to myself in any single
i learned to dance so nobody question
the choices i made when i couldn't find the right direction
tired of guessing, i to fight my way to shore
but i was taken in by the current that i before
i run the knife under the waters burning
and press it to my face to correct imperfections
as i this sick self surgery
i wonder if it's the only way i to nuture me
cursed it seems, when i cried in the nursery
was i shedding for this person i was sure to be?
being sober would lead to less blood
i fill the sink with every single cut
i need to be perfect, i can be happy that
with every correction made i feel Schrdinger's cat
i'm curious to see if be content with these new scars
i'm myself but one day i'll take it too far
until then, i'll picture me in
telling that this is the way it had to be