Striving for earthly perfection,
Striving for man's praises
Striving for global recognition,
She loses herself in the process.
To the girl who once run barefoot,
Catching dragonflies in the meadow,
Whose smile was innocently sincere,
Come back. What happened now?
You walk the red carpet, in stunning high heels,
Object of man's lust and epitome of earthly beauty,
But you bear a glamorous smiling mask,
To hide a crying you.
You want to be loved for who you are,
You want to be free from the flashes of the camera,
You want to be you again,
Come back. Come back.
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