The Skinny Girl

The skyscrapers roar upon by

Through the streets of LA, I crossed by:

With sandals in hands and heart with sorrow

Tonight when the anchor strike that there’s no one to borrow

The pain of scared heart and the burned dreamer

When I was held to win beneath the steamer

The world seems not to bother me

Cause they think that I can’t see

The feelings of a human heart

And pride of woman’s body in the dart

My body used to get sullied always

Thinking that my soul will grow beautiful in its way

No matter how much I sacrifice

But it’s the destiny that places that dice

I was the girl with perfect shape to win

But that girl was flat, so what’s my sin?

When the world was parched up to see

I did everything to grow them for me

My life seems to be paused

Since the moment that moment was caused

Living me behind through that big eyes

And the land of judges where people like me dies

To face the world with eyes puffed

And kill yourself with the remained stuff

My mascara is ruined thoroughly

And my soul is destroyed fully

“Skinny Girl” I used to get complimented

So this is what it meant-ed

I really need someone to borrow

Cause am just left with sandals in hand and heart with sorrow...