Draw me
A thinner me
Carve me
Ruined face by social disease
Insecurity becomes overwhelming
As a nation goes under the knife
To carve away a mirrors reflection
I'm not your billboard lie
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Dying image in this material age
Disarm my figure for the perfect frame
In self disgust thinned by privation
Turned away by these eyes that see
Rather cease than face this rejection
Becomes the mannequin on it's knees
Entomb my figure by social disease
I'm not your billboard lie