The Victor

Shiny happy faces

Pretty little lies

Wrapped up in the perfect paper

Dressed up in the perfect disguise

Hiding in the bathroom

She throws it all away

Her sins

Her weakness

It was her controller

She wanted it destroyed

She wasn’t a victim to it’s power

Falling a little

It hurts sometimes

But she’s working for a greater cause

Forcing up the pain

Something in her body

Begins to change

She pulls the strings together

Feeling in control

But she is the puppet

She is society’s statistic

Pretty little girl

Pretty little problem

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