When I wake up, in my makeup….

Oh, make me over…
I’m all I want to be.
A walking study
In demonology.

Oh, look at my face
My name is might have been.
My name is never was.
My name forgotten.

Hey, so glad you could make it
Yeah, now you really made it
Hey, there’s only us left now.

When I wake up in my makeup
It’s too early for that dress
Wilted and faded somewhere in Hollywood
I’m glad I came here
With your pound of flesh.

No second billing cause you’re a star now
Oh, Cinderella
They aren’t sluts like you
Beautiful garbage… beautiful dresses
Can you stand up or will you just fall down

You better watch out…
What you wish for
It better be worth it
So much to DIE for.

When I wake up in my makeup
Have you ever felt so used up as this?
It’s all so sugarless
Hooker/waitress/model/actress
Oh, just go nameless

Honeysuckle, she’s full of poison
She obliterated everything she kissed
and now she’s fading
Somewhere in Hollywood…

I’m glad I came here….

With your pound of flesh.

*****

Thank you to Putrid Gloom, and Horrid Twine, for being beautiful with me.

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~ by munchflower on May 3, 2010.