Heroin Chic

I'm medicated on prescribed vanity
to help starve those insecurities
My heart is deep yet my mind is shallow
yet I still cry myself to sleep every night

Refrain Intro
I'm a poster girl of tomorrow
permeated by an aching sorrow

It's beauty that I seek
That tainted heroin chic
Go ahead and call me bleak
What I want I can never be mine

Lying naked on your bed
I can see the years waste away
Its what you wanted
and you always get what you want

If I were an angel
I'd rise above their judgement
I'd rise above their words
I'd rise above my self loathing
I'd escape death

The End

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