My Ruin - Cosmetic Lyrics
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Cosmetic
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What Are The Lyrics For Cosmetic By My Ruin?
Elegantly wasted and I can taste it
here I sit, trying not to fake this gift of beauty myth I can't help but feel like this bored of the beauty whore 'cause my body just wants more scars and I can feel them wounds I can't heal them red bring my mouth to life black revive my hair that's dyed make-up always helps me hide what I don't like on the outside Starlight, starbright first star I see tonight I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight the birthday girl a broken heart you name the drama she played the part long lost demons leave her godless like her powder leaves her flawless sugar coated heart shaped pout lipstick just distorts her mouth mascara puts her eyes asleep cause beauty is only skin deep Starlight, starbright first star I see tonight I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight Bitch do jour served on a platter she's so pretty but does it matter beauty is in the eye of the beholder but nobody told her mirror mirror on the wall watch her break and watch her fall stitch her smile bruise her knees walk among the enemies Starlight, starbright first star I see tonight I wish I may, I wish I might have the wish I wish tonight blest am I among women to live and love in such a beautiful temple blest am I among women. |
Who Wrote Cosmetic By My Ruin?
Melanie Makaiwi, Tairrie Beth
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What's The Duration Of The Cosmetic By My Ruin?The duration of Cosmetic is 4:07 minutes and seconds. |
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