I dance to a tune in cadence,

My feet never stopping for rest.

Since if they do, its suicide;

I'm always going downhill.

Rolled up jeans, my scuffed up pants

Of battles I've lost to time.

Sometimes they get compliments,

Yet still they go crumbling away.

How dare they. I love them.

All I see is the rust of misuse,

Caked on thick like foundation.

Where you see beauty, I see

A girl with a two-toned face

Fancying herself in the mirror.

Ugly bitch,

Let me ride you with my feet

Laid back and the fan blasting

Me in the face.