The cost of being pretty
Well I guess I'll never know
In a world built for giants
So hard to shine in their shadow
Smiles come so easy
And love comes so much
They cry when kisses leave them
As I wait for even a touch
The boys all throw them lust
And the girls all throw their dreams
They shoot arrows like plagues of locusts
And I've yet to catch a thing
Ballerinas complain of losing grace
And seek comfort from elephants
Who've only known the gawkers
Whose feet have never known the dance
The sun asks the moon for sympathy
Because it's scared of turning cold
A flu asks a cancer for condolence
How the pretty can be so bold
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damn pretty people. i tell ya!
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