i do these things to be seen by thee,
i do these things which are killing me,
all the beauty, glamor, and glitz,
the future's horror in the midst,
my heart is crying my soul dying,
i do this way for me i say,
but false; not me or this way,
the world we see of skin and bone,
all us heavy all alone,
if only the world could love me for me,
if only; i pray to thee,
it is the attention at which we urge,
so in order; our lives we purge,
this is my cry of help,
to those who've dealt,
with seeing beauty through the world's eyes,
so through these she sacrifices and dies,
i ask of you to save my mind,
before my memories are all that's left behind,
she was my friend a victim in the end,
in each and every day,
all she wanted was to be seen in the worldly way,
skin and bone you cry,
skin and bone and the world will surely die,
