keyed

vanity

Vanity, oh vanity.
Look at what you do to me.

I braid my hair, and blush my cheeks.
Day after day, week after week.

You've got to look pretty, you must look nice.
Beauty is just a compromise.

A bridge way between lies and trust,
A stone's throw away from filth and lust.

Vanity, oh vanity.
I think I've lost my sanity.

I swear by my lipstick and find it my joy.
I change who I am to impress a boy.

But that's not why I use it, no, not anymore.
Cosmetics, to me, have become a door.

A door to my wishes! A door to my dream!
A door to changing me!

I don't have to be myself, I don't need to try,
Remember to look pretty and never ever cry.

These are the rules I bind myself to.
Maybe one day... I'll finally impress you.

I wake up every morning, and sit on your stool.
Instead of watching the sun rise, I view myself in your reflective pool.

I must be his trophy, his gem, his jewel!
Who cares if to myself I'm being cruel!

More mascara, more foundation, more liner!
Whatever it takes, I must be his desire!

But he doesn't even look to see,
All the things I do to me.

My normality is on the brim...
Everything. It's all for him.

Vanity, oh vanity.
Look at what you've done to me.