Words of What My Life's Become

Living in a cloud of smoke
My lungs are black and raw
Shredding my skin where noone can see
I revel in how its so sore

Lipstick paints a smile in their eyes
But mine are vacant and still
Noone knows who's underneath;
I refuse to let them in

Beauty really is just skin deep
Because underneath my face
Horrible and dwelling thoughts
Make my life a waste