The Model
The Model
Her face is flawless, it decorates the magazine rack
Her eyes are blue diamonds, her hair crow black
Do you think she doesn’t feel the daggers in her back?
Do you think she doesn’t hear the cruel words that they say?
She had friends, before the photo shoots
She could confide anything in them
Do you think she isn’t lonely?
Do you think she doesn’t know the snubs are intention?
Her heart used to bleed from emotional abuse
Her long neck had been blackened with bruises
She still hurts, every night she cries in pain
No one has her back, she is on her own
And they wonder why she’s like ice
Her face is flawless, it decorates the magazine rack
Her eyes are blue diamonds, her hair crow black
Do you think she doesn’t feel the daggers in her back?
Do you think she doesn’t hear the cruel words that they say?
She had friends, before the photo shoots
She could confide anything in them
Do you think she isn’t lonely?
Do you think she doesn’t know the snubs are intention?
Her heart used to bleed from emotional abuse
Her long neck had been blackened with bruises
She still hurts, every night she cries in pain
No one has her back, she is on her own
And they wonder why she’s like ice