Beauty was her name
Until she stood at the fork in the world and chose fame
Stuck with the thought she had no beauty
Forgetting her beauty more powerful than a star gate lily
She chose to be a rose because of its outside appeal
But outside beauty couldn't measure to the lies when time stood still
feelings scrambled
her life in shambles
or at least that's what she told me
Inside her are hidden dreams
her heart is river of sadness and streams
Stuck at a stand still she keeps giving up
How can her friends help her ...if she don't give a fuck
she's out here grinding...or at least that's what she's telling them
inside she's really dieing....because giving up has become her best friend
she said she's going to work it out...or at least that's what she told me
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