Bury me in roses
Then light them up in flames.
Then you all will realize,
That Beauty is just a few games.
That Beauty can be altered,
by sun, by knife, or shame.
Then you all will realize
That Beauty is just a game.
Everyone is looking to win
As if there is a prize.
But, sadly they don't notice
That Beauty is a trick of the eyes
No one can be "Beautiful"
Not by pouting or a "smize"
Those models just don't notice
That Beauty is a trick of the eyes.
So bury me in roses
and douse them all in flame.
And hope instead of roses,
They will simply notice pain.
