Texty

Her life was magazines And faithful TV screens Selling an empty dream Of cars and calories Everything in between The sun and Saturn's ring The price tag can't be seen And it took bites Out of her insides Till she was just a hollow shell. Grew up in east LA Watching celebrities Living out all her dreams The plastic canopy Of US royalty Drew her gaze towards the sky Away from her own mind And it took bites Out of her insides Till she was just a hollow shell And at home her mother cried Cause daddy had something on the side They didn't look up when she sighed When August came around Bathing suits on the ground Replaced by a cotton cloak To see her own reflection Was like squinting in the sun And when all tomorrow brings Is a set of broken wings Well it takes bites Out of your insides Till you are just a hollow shell And it took bites Out of her insides Till she was just a hollow shell.
Writer(s): Christopher Lane Conley, David Ispen Soloway, Eben Mullen D Amico, Bryan Thomas Newman, Edward Sterling Alexander Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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