Blame Vogue

I blame vogue,
Full of wh**es,
Making you feel rotten,
Then counting their scores,

With you're head half down the toilet,
And a tissue at hand,
How do we not see that we need to make a stand?

But against what I hear you whisper?
Well to be honest I don't know,
But society has won till now,
And now it's gotta go.

What a way to spend your summer With your fingers down your throat,
Staring at your inspiration on which you highly dote.

You don't even know her,
You just see her pretty face,
And with crystals on your lashes,
You could easily fill her space.

Baby you're dying,
With each cigarette you smoke,
But you read that comes with the status,
And you're gonna prove you're no joke.

You wear those skinny jeans,
As you show off your shrinking thighs,
And every time some one understands,
You mistake love for h***y lies.

And love I wanna save you,
I can't stand to see you cry,
But there's no point,
If you'll only sigh.

You'll steal another bottle,
Another filthy flaw,
And even though you're sick,
You'll continue to pour...

"It's all for a good cause...
It all makes sense to me...
This is my life,
I'll be who I want to be"

Every day it's the same,
Boy what a routine?
She just wants to enjoy being seen,
As the official "Scene Queen"

And then one night,
She meets all the ends,
No more tears,
No more friends.

Good night baby,
With a heart that's failed,
A plan that's gone wrong,
A life derailed.

It was never beautiful,
But you always were,
It was a shame you never lived your life,
Always preferred it as a blur.

©Elle

*I hate the end*