Dressed In Decay

Imperfection shes been told
 The positives are undersold
 A gain of envy, a loss of health
 Preparing to consume herself
 She does not see the pulsing veins
 She does not feel her own restraints
 Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away
 Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay
 You see the struggle flood the skin
 From promises to paper-thin
 She turns a blind eye, will of stone
 From stunning smile, to flesh and bone
 She does not see the pulsing veins
 She does not feel her own restraints
 Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away
 Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay
 She does not see the pulsing veins
 She does not feel her own restraints
 Before her eyes the beauty is wasting away
 Reflections praised, shes dressed in decay