Scribbled faceless in the sand,
Wishing that you had stayed part of the band.
Not yet dirty, but getting close,
You try to wash off the pain and the misery.
The fake tan and the blond streaks can’t hide your pain,
So why even try with all the make-up.
Beauty queen of 17 must have done something to you,
Maybe it was all that you didn’t gain.
Sitting quietly without friend or foe must be interesting,
Find yourself so that you don’t end up like her.

 
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