My Prom Queen
Still alone in your room
Staring at a blank tv screen
For it to reflect your image
Waiting as the time passes by
Remembering the words
Picture perfect
Picture perfect
Piture perfect
Became the pefect picture
That was your goal
It had to be accomplished
If not,
If not- you'll dull
Drip away from the spotlight
And blend into the background like everyone else
And god knows that can't happen to you
But damn
YOU ILL MANNERED BEAUTY
Why couldn't you just write me a symphony...
One of your pain and tears
Your misinformed dreams
About your fucked up family
Whose definiton of being successful
Is being crowned prom queen
...
I gave you a chance
I held out my hand
I waited and waited and waited
I tried to save you while there was still time
But you- didn't get it
Even when it was explained plainly
It just didn't compute with you
...
So now
You'll waste away
Pointing out flaws that aren't even there
Staring at a reflection you no longer recognize
God, how I regret falling for you
Oh, how I wanted to resurrect you from the grave
The one you dug yourself
The one family buried you in
The one without a funeral as that not even your spirit stuck around for that
It's much too late now
But I guess you'll always be-
the queen of prom
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