You look in the mirror and you don’t like what you see
Scared of the extra bits and the dimples in your skin
Work out every day you don’t understand why
You’ve still got hips and you cant shift your wobbly thighs.
You barely eat, you barely breathe
You live for your daily smokes, and your used to fingers down your throat
You shed your tears, you abide by fears
Your clothes are always falling down but your ideal size you’ve still not found
Why must you compare yourself to skinny girls coz their not well I know it when i see their eyes always pleading out for help. Why do you always believe what you read in magazines what you see you wanna be
Don’t see the dieticians, or the plastic surgeons
Their covered in makeup and you need to wakeup
The doctors of photoshop, professionals taking the shot
You needa realise that this isn’t real life
You buy what they tell you and wear the latest trends
You copy the sex advice then you talk about it with your friends
Your living in debt, you only buy on credit
You compare what you have and when your stuck you borrow from your dad
Why must you compare with what they project coz the effect of all the debt I bet is not what you expect
Why do you always give in you let them win, bills in the bin, they come around there to evict.
You don’t see the meetings, motives behind the free things
Ads tempt you to buy things that break in no time
Isnt it funny, you work for their money
The hours clock up away your family barely know your face.
What do we do with all the sadness? What do we do for all the paid for happiness?
When you time has come do you expect, that you’ve lived your life without regrets?
I stand in the mirror and I look at my body
Cant shift the cellulite but I accept this is my life
I buy the glossy mags, I admit I have a fag
I wonder what it would be like but why waste my time
I can dream, but material things
Aren’t what I live for they don’t do it for me anymore
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