edit***** this is talking about appearances, and how they can make anyone seem like anything, even your own mother. its not about mine XD kthanks!
in my dream i'm searching for mother.
beneath her skin's not her, but another.
i see her face in mine with my father's.
but i look at her and think, "why'd i bother?"
in our community
we live off our beauty
and the only blind ones
are the ones that can see
we strike and we bleed
there's want, but no need.
the rich and famous are oh-so-pretty
we see and we guess
that beauty's the best.
we are what we are
and we are a mess.
we eat and we sleep
we blink, and then speak.
we are what we are
but we are still cheap.
ohh.
in my dream, i look at my mother.
beneath her skin's not her, but another.
i know her well, but still i can't tell
because it looks like her, and still; i don't bother.
 o 3e · Sat Nov 08, 2008 @ 05:27pm · 0 Comments |
