You compliment me
And tell me that i look pretty
While i say that this is fashion

The makeup i put on
To hide my scars
Is just another form of plastic
Plastic surgery
Deserting me from the things
That should be concerning me

Like how i impulsively buy things
Or maybe i don't do it out of impulse
Maybe i do it out of feeling hurt
Feeling bad every time i see
Another pretty girl
Doing the same thing

All on my timeline
In all high fashion
So i buy these stupid things
When we all know
Its a distraction
From being me

But you don't see it as bad
A couple of clothes and
Money down the drain
Doesn't change anything

So you say you like this shirt
And my pants
Any time i walk on by
Y'all give me a second glance
And i like that
I crave that

Do anything
By any means
Just so i can achieve that

So I'll update my fashion
Get rid of my old wardrobe
Start to go to the gym
And wear a waist trainer
Until i feel my bones

Cover up all of the scars
Marks on my face
Do anything to duplicate
What a pretty girl looks like every day

Isn't this high fashion?
What if i drink acid
Some sort of drink
That gets to me and
Makes me lose stomach fat

Buy a pair of jeans
This isn't me!
I only wear tights
Cause i like it tight
If that'll make you
Accept me