Pretty Fucked

They say you're pretty, looking good

You always clean up like you should

A painted face, no pain to show

A faded smile, that sadness glow;

That sorrow in your elegance,

The fake youth in your baby face

Somehow you even radiate

A fleabag, ready to fornicate

Your way out of life, of pain,

You get up and do it all again.

Same mournful smile, same broken heart

Hidden beneath beautifully crooked art

Red lipstick, always ready to distract

Sarcastic, the times you care to react;

The game of life, it's broken down

Your bones and flesh, all pound by pound

Nowhere to see but in your eyes,

A place where pain you can't disguise.

Today you add to all the pain

Impossible love, a happy game.

Whichever road, there is only rain

Who does not know only, might gain.

Your cells ache like you can't breathe

Your body shakes like you're on speed

Hoping, with every breath for relief

Ready to forfeit, ready to leave;

For one day you pour out all the pain

And tomorrow you paint your face again

Hide all the monsters, muffle the screams

Hold down on all that rage within;

Pick up your spring along the way

Fucked, but they'll call you pretty anyway