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Her life was magazines and faithful tv screens
selling an empty dream of cars and calories
and everthing in between the sun and saturn's ring, but the price tag can't be seen
and it took bites out of her insides till she was just a hollow shell.
she grew up in east l.a. watching celebrities living out all her dreams.
the plastic canopy of us royalty drew her gaze towards the sky and from her own mind.
and it took bites out of her insides till she was just a hollow shell.
and at her home her mother cried
cause daddy had something on the side
and they didnt look up when she sighed.
when august came around,
the bathing suits on the ground replaced by a cotton cloak.
to see her own reflection is like squinting in the sun. and when all tomorrow brings is a set of broken wings
well, it takes bites out of your insides till you are just a hollow shell
and it took bites out of her insides till she was just a hollow shell.