Her looks during the chemical driven interference
In comparison to her well known public appearance
Were unfortunately easy ones to readily recognize.
Our picture perfect princess is in complete disguise
With her expensive clothes a-mess and hair unkempt,
A certain stare shows the room that she hasn't slept.
She's in a bad, bad way and feeling down at the heel,
Acid eating away stomach lining instead of a meal.
Lost her beautiful voice and unable to make a sound
And the ones doomed just like her can all be found
Amongst her in this drab place where reality cannot
Be placed, heard, felt or seen; it is but a thought.
