she sits in shame and walks in silence
her pain-filled past won't let her find it
she hates her mirror and cannot spy it
the things I see, that make her beautiful to me
pretty young thing, can't spread her wings
she can't fly for the pain
of what they did to her, said to her, screamed at her,
they broke her spirit, her will to fly
but why, why, can't they see
this lovely angel with vibrant wings
she cries, cries, for her esteem
she looks but cannot see,
why she's so beautiful to me
she takes her shame and tries to hide it
with every smile she has to fight it
but in my eyes I can't deny that
she's just too beautiful to believe
A broken beauty, shining lovely outside
but her darkness eats her away,
of all the things, all the words, all the lies,
hurting her, killing her light inside
Offended? Intrigued? Contact my manager.
Here begins your journey into the mind of everybody's favorite asian, and I don't mean Jet Li.
What follows is the somewhat inane, mostly irrelevant, and self-important ramblings of a man on the brink of madness.
Welcome... to the Chu.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Broken Beauty [L]