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The makeup artist quit today
Said she's tired of painting corpses
These dark circles ain't designer
They're the real me showing through
Photoshoot at the psych ward
They brought designer straitjackets
"Smile through the breakdown"
The director made it sound so cute
They airbrush out the track marks
But the pain's still in the pixels
Every likes a tiny coffin
For the man I used to be
So paint me pretty one last time
Turn my cracks to character
Make my suffering aesthetic
I'll pose with this noose like it's jewelry
The stylist brings new bandages
"These match your eyes better"
The label wants the breakdown
But only if it goes platinum
I showed them my raw footage
They said"darling, too depressing"
So we'll reshoot all the trauma
With better lighting this time
The camera keeps rolling
As I forget how to pretend
The last shot's completely silent
Just my real face for once
