Conceal so they can’t see.
Contour to fit the mold
One look and I’m sold. Its Prime time gotta get ready Make sure everything’s steady. Powder here Powder there Under eye make sure its clear Of any baggage or wrinkles and make sure those eyes twinkle. Eye line the them up, pluck and tweeze a flawless finish is how I aim to please Can’t forget the mascara; make sure to mask errors and not too much lets not let the mask scare her…lets be subtle but build it up and make it double. Not one flaw for perfection is due No acne or black heads poking through. Wow she looks as beautiful as a rose I suppose…no thorns just the stem As perfect as a precious gem with lips as red as the petals but… be careful not to meddle, for one touch can ruin the facade, imperfect the perfection and leave her with her daunting reflection. Once it all melts away so does her self-esteem As if she lives in a dream from day to night Secure in the darkness always hiding in the light. Eye shadow the real me. Conceal so the they can’t see. Contour to fit the mold One look and I’m sold If you’re looking for perfection it doesn’t live here. But I am sorry if that’s how it may appear. This face I have put on is fake and untrue Its the mask I wear everyday to fool you. And I have fooled myself in the process Tried to stop it but I’ve made no progress. So many of us fall into the this worldly trap But only some of us get out and never look back. Now whats left if everything else about you is a lie. There is one solution to this if you would give it a try. And that’s Jesus, and he is perfection without a doubt. He is the standard; its him we we can’t live without. Forget what others in this world may think of you. Don’t be fake; live the way Christ would want you to. Let your light shine and brighten up the darkness. Don’t conceal just be you and let God be your harness. Eye shadowed the real me Concealed so no one could see. Contoured to fit the mold No longer am I sold. No more hiding in the darkness, I am found. I have grasped on to Christ this time around I am wretched pitiful poor blind and naked And if I hold on to insecurities I won’t make it. I know it won’t get any better in this dying world. So I focus on the cross and not on being a cover girl.