You see that girl with that ugly face-
There is no place,
For her in society.
No room for anybody,
Without money,
Who isn’t pretty.
Somehow I want to be one of those.
Who everyone knows.
Be at the top of that attention,
No invention;
All fake.
Most say,
That’s not a way to live.
But should I give-
A care.
As long as the good attention,
And good reflection,
Are there.
Then I can’t really mind.
That’s really all I want,
All I need,
Yet I still need to find.
Take me,
Mold me,
Recreate me.
Devastate me,
Just make me something new.
Just tell me what to do,
So I can be like you,
Be like you. . .
That’s all I really want.
Everything I’m not;
Everything you flaunt;
Everything I want. . .
Is to be like you.