Why do we feel the need to dress up broken things and make them pretty like they aren't what they seem?
Dressing up evil to look like an angel won't make that demon any more angelic.
Supplying crack addicts with fresh haircuts won't cut their ties to the needles.
Applying makeup over scars won't make your self image any more beautiful.
So why do we force ourselves into poofy skirts and top hats?
Wishing misfortune upon that deadbeat won't make him come back.
Believe me, I've tried.
Pasting a lipstick smeared smile on your face won't make the sorrow melt away.
Trust me, I've been there.
Performing sexual acts on strangers for a fee won't make you feel any less cheap.
Tight clothes, loose virtues.
Closed mouths, open legs.
All tongue, no teeth.
We're all becoming ghosts of what we used to be.
For Gods sake, Let yourself believe you're pretty even if you cant quite deal with society.
There's more than just your image at stake.
We are broken.
You are broken.
Why do you look so damn pretty?
Broken things are supposed to be ugly.
That's what motivates you to fix them.
When you can't pinpoint what's wrong how do you know where to start?
Why do we feel the need to dress up broken things like they arent what they seem?