Fashion Soldier

So softly you apply your mask Your lipstick, pencil and your brush How holy seems the dress Such price could not be but divine You strap on the heels of pride And clip on the jewels You lace your neck with silk You tighten the leather round your waist What’s left? Oh yes the weapon Marc Jacobs’ purse seems heavy right? Ammunition in it weighs it down! The Prada shades that block the envy The Gucci wallet of safe sex An imitation of Christ gloves Armani scarf to cover up the age Along with Donna Karen’s watch to stay on track You can’t afford to spend your time Well every second has its price What else is there behind this soldier on the field? The Valentino jacket fits just right Along with YSL blouse and D&G denim Who ever said this war was easy? Before you hit the battlefield You smoothly play the film inside your head Oh yes, off course How could you forget the Channel keychain No soldier can survive without their fancy tank The Fendi bag of extra outfits can’t look good in just a car Without the Bentley logo, it just won’t work Well now it seems that you are ready To strike and conquer The hearts and lives of all the enemies ahead But what is it that slowly makes its way down your cheek? Have you finally come down to your senses? And see that all these tags won’t make you happy That the innocence you sold will not be in next season And that the one who couldn’t win it Lost it to the one who bought it with his card! So are you sick of hiding behind the vanity Behind the pretense and betrayal Sick of covering your wounds And powdering your scabs Hoping that no one sees What’s hidden behind your glittered eye Now wait a second The Prada shades are slowly making their way off And well… How silly of me? It’s just the MAC eyeliner And the heavy tone of powder Have somehow managed to get in your eye The soldier never goes down easy She’ll never step down from the cloud Would you? She asks with sarcasm and a smirk Would I? I wonder…?