Miss America

You call me miss America but I'm covered in scars.

Stars, reminds me of the start how I wished upon them from a far.

Lying in the dark, wondering how I could leave a real mark on this world,

But my face is fake and my hair is curled.

Remember? the little girl at the back of my mind?

Oh, she's blind, from her reality, or did I make her blind to keep her away from fatality of all those committed crimes.

You call me miss America but I'm covered in scars,

Like the stars and how I wished upon them from a far,

I couldn't find the way even though I try,

Look above, up so high,

covering the night sky,

I'm dressed up in a pretty pink lie.