My Makeup Makes Up
Lay your face in the bed of makeup .
And You Leave the rest for later
Becus it covers up the bags under your eyes .
Under all them sheets of lies .
A sponge to suck up your tears u got before they can even dry.
Them pillows that you Dab on your face is in the bed wit you on your bedside, comfort you in the event of your lies .
Yea You Beautiful But Why Do You use Crayola and markers just to bring out your eyes .
I Guess in This society it's no longer sobriety its eye liner for your insercurities to hide .
They damage your inner peace , now you put together pieces of fictional beauty it's Wat your gonna show on the outside .
On the inside you cry and hope for people to see you, you don't cry on outside Becus it'll mess up your mascara is it tru ?
Your eye lashes is Wat got you lashing out, your lipstick to lies Becus u say u "bad"but to me it's a tad bit of self hate without a doubt .
Your makeup is the same genetic makeup of the makers daughters . But u makeup your makeup wit makeup and made up lies that you not built for the natural way .
But I admire your true cover girl , the one that use to make people sit in awe . Not this person u made in bathroom stall .
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