Her Reoccurring Afterparty

Now comes the afterparty. The afterparty is starring in the mirror And removing your desired face To reveal her true picture That she used makeup to erase. Her feet sink into the carpet As she sets aside her heels Pushing down the urge to vomit This is how it feels to be ideals. She removes the string from her smile And her eyes turn off their light Her memory will arrive in awhile After her never ending night. For now the hairspray is glued And her eyes soon start to shut the shade She sleeps away her youth Tomorrow her story is replayed.