To The Beauty.
†
One...
Nothing.
Two...
Nothing.
Three, four, five, six.
I had to stop on five-teen.
It hurts, but the voice in my head told me to go on if i want to be pretty.
Thirty before going for smoke, thirty after.
Simple as that.
Voice told me to be pretty for people i admire, so maybe someday they will notice me.
WHO?
Nothing.
Two...
Nothing.
Three, four, five, six.
I had to stop on five-teen.
It hurts, but the voice in my head told me to go on if i want to be pretty.
Thirty before going for smoke, thirty after.
Simple as that.
Voice told me to be pretty for people i admire, so maybe someday they will notice me.
WHO?