What Makes Me Pretty?
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I feel the tides of makeup fresh upon my neat face.
Not a worry in the world, besides my darkest secret.
Nobody knows, I'm sure, but I can trust you all.
Makeup is just a shadow of who you want to be.
I'm not pretty. These flawless textures are not mine.
But I can tell you one thing, a thing that trumps beauty.
Makeup is just a cover up to your real, flawed skin.
No girl believes that, of course, except for myself.
Men, listen up, tell your lady a few of these things;
Makeup is not needed on you, your skin shines through.
Maybe you could wipe that off. Wipe the lies off, I mean.
You ruin your personality with your wonderful face.
The tides have turned.
The makeup-
It's gone.
