Pretty for no Damn Reason

The hands on the clock 

Scream madness in her ears, 

Makeup scattered on the sink 

And seven outfits on the floor. 

Wasted motivation 

From exhausted stereo speakers 

Shake the walls 

Disturbing the neighbors. 

Staring endlessly into her reflection 

At just a girl... 

Wanting. 

Waiting. 

The anticipation eating her up inside 

Only because she knows...

She's sitting pretty for no damn reason.-