So we're in love with ourselves.
Vanity making us beautiful.
Vanity making us have solid hearts.
With a pucker of the lips
and a kiss on the neck,
making every breath lustful.
Making us all so, vain.
Our presentation of beauty and grace, so full of pride.
And all this time, eating us inside.
Swimming in this pool of pride,
So shallow and so dense,
Giving me no where to swim.
It's so foggy,
It's so vague.
Everything so unclear.
Do these words have any meaning?
Why are these looks so deceiving?
How are we so vain?