"Through These Eyes" - ft. Indeph
"Through These Eyes"
Italics - Indeph
Regular - Unreal.
I don't know what's next, so many moments I been so depressed
my chest is blowin’ it's nose, until I grow some breasts
mascaras running on my face everywhere it's somethin’
I can't care mopin’ leave's me open to their assumptions
why aren't I beautiful? I'm smart, but there's few in school
that even notice I exist, now my heart is disputable
what would I give to be as pretty as Paris and Nicky
I would cherish it plenty, my piercings.. will my parents forgive me?
I feel obese, people say you have a meal... so eat
but I'm fulfilled with empty, although I still go weak
the posters around me are the best in appearance
although I contest the mirrors ugly reflection when near it
my best friend's the television, it tells me how to be
and teaches etiquette to forever get the males surrounding me
as I develop into a teen, I notice men
but jealous and envy are often the closest friends
And through these eyes I see the world
Everyone wants to be a cover girl.
Listen to this child, her whole life is being brainwashed
as the clock tick-tocks away the minutes ‘till her head rots
Distraught by the politics; her role models are deceiving us
If looks could kill, they’d be devious – look at where they’re leading us
A path of self-distortion, proportionate to the model’s life
Feelings all mixed up inside, ‘cause her father died when she was five.
She’d trade it all, fame and charm – to spend another night in his arms
He’d cradle the dying child, skin and bones with a hidden scar
to reopen it by asking “What did you trade to come this far??”
A future of hope for a widowed daughter amid a heart of gold
to be turned to stone – and sat upon by Hollywood stars alone.
She sits at home, and gasps her one last wish upon her shaky lips:
“I want my life back.”
before preparing to exist endowed in cocaine’s crippling grip.
The young girl lays, pondering the posters pinned on her bedroom wall
The model falls… wondering why she wants one thing….
……………………………………………When she could have it all.
And through these eyes they see what it’s like
to have already died as to just feel alive.
Nique - Lyrical Jawn.
Exact - Fat Tuesday