She always envy her curvy body,
He always admire her skin of porcelein,
Many girls would wish for her features,
A lot of people love her dearly to the brim.
Yet there is one thing that's been bugging her,
She's like a butterfly trapped in a spiders web,
She can't seem to love herself like everybody does,
Which is actually quite sad.
She is loved but she feels so loveless,
It seems like she's never enough for herself,
No one ever know, and she seems clueless,
A deceased heart or envy can only be cured by self-love.