>03. Inspirations » Magazine cover girls (2nd December 2003) Rich, famous, beauty are you Poor, unimportant, ugly you couldn't be closer That's me Somehow we must be the same In some way You never reveal your truth You have secrets despite you're nude Everyone knows you No one knows me You know the world's at your feet but you don't know that world neither does it know me I envy your beauty Men don't speak about me Will I ever wish to be you Your plastic surgery will do You have some pimples and wrinkles Carefully covered under ten layers of mascara and make-up Those are not your original breasts under your tops but the barbie they've made of you for commercial spots We don't seem to have much in common if you bathe in bank-notes of hundred dollars and have had your hair in so many different colors Scarred people don't decorate the covers of 'Glossy' Only your face that we must copy to feel secure in the world of today You don't know, you can only imagine the visions of the prostectlessners If you were poor once in your life If you were important for some time If you were ugly, either or not supported by a knife You'd be able to relate If you're not your real self on the surface and only have the admiration on the outside and if you hide your deeper information on the inside and you feel alone in the spotlights as I, in the darkness Then alone we cry « return |  | 00.portal 01.notification 02.exhibitionist 03.frustrations 04.inspirations 05.histories 06.attention 07.information 08.respect