You look up to the star sky
arn't models supposed to be resembling the average
outdated gadgets were released yesterday
You held them high as godesses
you ask them for pride and confidence
but as everything lately
it's another gold idol that soon will be crushed
How do you feel? Liberated?
Now you've done what you stated before
And for what?
For standarts, you thought that were yours
Was it because of that, you left me aside?
I feel ugly when I think back, so ugly
Just because I still don't understand a thing back than
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