VonHalford
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An old song I did..
A million mistakes,
A trillion fakes misplaced amongst a zillion retakes,
Let me see you smile girl,
But don't show your teeth,
You little mona lisa, let your lips cover the ugly,
God forbid imperfection,
He wouldn't want that,
No he wouldn't want fat,
He wouldn't want you to be yourself in fact,
We'll photoshop a few pounds,
And add more make up,
Make you a pin up,
For all the guys to bate tah,
And thats verbatum,
For ya, silly protege,
Do everything your told and always obey,
The worlds wants you to act that way,
It's sexier, Gives the people what they want,
Your just a product no one cares what you have thought,
Suck the right dicks to rise up quick,
That's if you wanna make it, just ask my brother rick,
He's famous, He knows the ins and outs of modeling,
And photography,
He know what it takes to make it in the top 3,
Americas best? No lets take it to france,
You can dance right? No not ballroom,
I meant take off your pants. Dance Bitch Dance.
She stepped on to the stage,
Lookin twice her age,
Each piece of clothing symbolizing innocence and rage,
One at a time discarded at their feet,
A certain feeling touched her soul,
Like an apology,
But she knew she could never go back,
She ditched that trailer home sack and packed,
This way was dark and it didn't feel right,
But at least she no longer cries herself to sleep at night,
no shes too high, off the nasal drugs in her brain,
Poor little Anna has driven herself insane.
And she lives day to day,
Pocket change for the reigns,
To finally have some control over her life of pain.
Where did you go, Little girl,
From Alabama,
Just wanna see you pretty face,
Little Anna,
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