“Beautiful” by 10 Years

There she sat. On her couch. In her summerhouse. By her lamp. There's so much around her. So much that she doesn't need. All her superficial have left. She's been what they all wanted, but what happens when what they want changes? Why couldn't she see have seen this coming? She knows now. The money. The fame. The parties. The popularity. It's all pitiful. It's all ugly. Ironically, she's left as empty as the things she's surrounded herself with are. Her Cinderella Syndrome. It's full of lies. She cries authentic tears for the first time in God knows how long. Maybe, just maybe, she's alone for a reason. Is she the reason? Is it her fault? Could it be all because of her?

“Just as beautiful as you are. It's so pitiful what you are. You should've it coming all along.”