Accused of vanity br I suggest accursed with vanity br Vanity fed by all the toys br all the presents from the uptown boys br Put on constant display br I see more pain then bliss br Staring in the mirror br I begin to hate the cursed face br behind it lies the secrets subtly told br Objectified by myself br loved by those who fail to understand br the intentions of the cursed face br the hatred I deserve for no reason at all br other then the hatred I have for myself br filled with moments that time cannot erase br the worst curse of all br that maybe it matters to no one at all...