Texty: Boy Sets Fire. Cadence.

In this culture I am just the meat for vultures to pick
Until my beauty shows for your glossy covers
And in classy circles smother
Have I nothing more to give
And I would rather starve than lose this body
I would rather starve than lose your acceptance
I need you love, I just need someone's approval
To put me back again
Is this skin all you want, are aesthetics all you need
Is this where I stand
My eyes will always show my empty soul
As you divert your eyes to my body
(It's nothing to you, but it matters to me)
I'm nothing to you but this shell that you see
Rotting flesh for your eyes
Wilting beauty for every goddamned girl to compare to
Dear God why can't I be
Dear God why can't I be more like him, more like her More or less like you