Her life was magazines,
and faithful TV screens
selling an empty dream
of cars and calories,
everything in between
the sun and Saturn's ring,
the price tag can't be seen.

And it took bites,
out of her insides,
'till she was just a hollow shell.

Grew up in east LA
watching celebrities
living out all of her dreams.
The plastic canopy
of US royalty
drew her gaze towards the sky
away from her own mind.

And it took bites,
out of her insides,
'till she was just a hollow shell.

And at her home her mother cried,
cause daddy had something on the side.
They didn't look up when she sighed.

When August came around,
bathing suits on the ground
replaced by a cotton cloak.
To see her own reflection
was like squinting in the sun.
And when all tomorrow brings
is a set of broken wings

Well it takes bites,
out of your insides,
'till you are just a hollow shell.
And it took bites,
out of her insides,
'till she was just a hollow shell.