She was the type of woman with an aura that yelled unique
Such a fashion queen, face gracing the cover of magazines
Every young girl's dream...so they could grow up to be..
Just like her... cause in her they trust
And to reach that goal, some will medically increase their bust
While others fatten up their butts
Such the glamour life, wild parties and the limelight
It all just seems so right...
I walk past the fashion tyrant, just smile and say hi
Like music to my ears, I'm loving the silence of her replies
In passing I was just another guy
The melody of her Louis Vuitton shoes harmonize to the beat of her Coach bag
Yet behind those Chanel shades, rest a face so sad
Ms. Runway was just another fad created by her blindness
She thought that material things could bring eternal happiness
But to her surprise, what made her open her eyes would also be her demise
The bright lights and extravagant stores...
Did nothing but further dull her soul
She smiles at the camera, when her eyes truly want to cry
I wonder...when does the pain subside?
With the next swipe of her lifeline card she purchases a ring
A constant reminder of her ownership of elegant things
The newest item trending on her blog site, make her clones envy her style
If only they knew she was the prototype to such a lonely lavish lifestyle
She sold her soul for riches and high dollar pictures
Gave up her true identity for the idolatry of others and monetary figures
The Devil wore Prada which enticed her and left her with nothing
Except father her need for superficial things to feel alive
The one thing she wanted...money couldn't buy
So in my eyes, the Queen of Fashion, had died...
The moment the Superficial Abyss was mistaken for beautiful bliss
