Cover it up, cover it up,
all the little imperfections be gone.
Conceal it all, leave not a trace
of the real you hidden inside.Brush some colour, here and there,
adding a whole new personality.
Line the eyes to distract them all,
from the curiosity in your eyes, that killed the cat.Curl and shape the lashes,
that oh so cleverly deny themselves
and add volume, to convince yourself
that more is better, and more is best.
and finally...line, fill and gloss the lips,
that so easily told the lies
that made you who you are now...When it started so simple,
details filled in and now
the words you speak are all just,
sugar coated lies