Idol isolated
I put on makeup to make you see, I'm beautiful and I'm pretty.My talent doesn't matter, looks are what is important. If you're not pretty enough, you're nothing.
I practice all day and half the night, but being on stage still gives me a slight fright.
I have to be the best, I don't care if I don't have time to rest.
My body is worn out and exhausted. I feel burnt out and depressive.
Nobody can see the pain hidden behind the smiles and flashing camera lights.
I'll keep going until my body is fully white.
No friends or no lovers too.
Random people I don't know say they love me but who are you?
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