Living On a Usta Be

I usta be beautiful ,honest and full of life but that candle burned out real quick and the old me is outa sight my trust has withered away to nothing and it makes my hair fall out My bones are sore and dull, trying not to snap then crumble to peices and blend with the earth My face has started to wrinkle though im still young My mind is An Angry sceptic watching from the backround ready to pounce My soul has been auctioned off to hell years in the past This world has taken a loving ,kind gentle soul and beat and molded her into a common bitter biotch my world crumbles to ash and i am gone crusted to the core of the earth and im just living on a usta be becuase you all have killed the genuine me