Dressed In Decay

Imperfections she's been told the positives are undersold a gain of envy, a loss of health preparing to consume herself she does not see the pulsing veins she does not feel her own restraints before the eyes the beauty is wasting away reflections praise, she's dressed in decay. you see the struggle flood the skin from promises to paper thin she turns a blind eye, will of stone from stunning smile to flesh and bone she does not feel the pulsing veins she does not feel her own restraints before the eyes the beauty is wasting away reflections praise, she's dressed in decay.