That mask she wears, only covers another.
She wants to hide away from the world.
Creep through life in the shadows of others.
She can't be bothered to use her potential.

Ripping through her soul like fire,
She cant keep control of her anger.
She doesn't take it out on those who deserve,
Instead she rips her own flesh.

She cant look at herself and see her own beauty.
She sees flaws,
She can't control herself.
She needs to get control.

To cut and cut again.
To regain control of one thing,
and let go of another.
The mask comes off.


The price you pay for beauty,
Isn't cheap.
The second mask is taken away.
She is bare, naked, exposed to the world.

Everyone can see her.
To bad its to late.
To bad she went to far.
To bad she had to get control.