Picture whore Your eyes are sore blinding flashes cuts and gashes he made those scars locked behind bars he held your eyes with bittersweet lies the light, it shimmered your make-up glimmered pretty little thing those scars, they sting he likes it when you hide your face your hands are bruised, eyes disgraced undying love a girl to shove camera blinks body shrinks the glint of her eyes her exposed thighs in a swirl of lights innocence ignites i'll never be like this, she swore pretty little picture whore.