21st Century Breakdown

I would never be, what you see.
On the cover of those magazines.
Thin thighs
Wide eyes
Everything on there is just a big lie.
Photo shopped, and covered up
Fake blond's, makeup on
Hollow smiles, big bucks.
What the fuck happen here?
No more curves
No more beauty.
Yet when some try that
we get teased and yelled at?
Your either to big, too small.
Either way we're bound to fall.
No ones perfect
So stop trying.
No more dying over it
no more lying over it
No more feeling like you don't belong over it
We're all equal
We're all same
So stop being Ignorant
Have some fun and play