New lights
Underneath
Me
Illuminating
Me
I want to
Cry
I want to
Fall
Into something
Real
No more
Fluorescent
Lights shinning
In my eyes
Melting my
Brain to
The inside
Of my skull
Here I lay
Tied down
By the laws
Of the materialistic
Look this way
Talk in this voice
Keep your IQ down
And your breast up
My hair's not perfect
My body's thick & curvy
Sorry
But these bright lights
Won't change a thing
So get of my ass
And think about
Actually growing one