She’s smiling but dying and you don’t know why
living and fearing to grow out of proportion
to the ideal that’s set in her eyes

She’d live, but that’d kill her
to see such a sight in the mirror such as
the horrors that, that road would unfold

She’ll pleasantly kill herself quietly
knowing that each time she says no she is stronger
and that smaller will always be better

She’s oh so protective of secrets she keeps
and drapes them about her fine self
she’d eat them right up if only they weren’t so substantial

And while you were watching she’s withered away
into a prize of unmistakable beauty
for the thinnest and frailest are the ones that we treasure and the ones we aspire to be


So keep that in mind when the one in the mirror is the one that you fear
You must only pay with the life you weren’t living
to be a thing of unmistakable beauty