The makeup, the glamour, the tears, the mascara.
Pimples and periods, the pain oh so serious.
Chocolate is nice, but bread is better.
The heartbreaks that bring, the torrent of tears,
oh how hard are these few years.
The nails, the polish, the laughter that follows,
and the memories that are made.
The buckets of ice cream,
the movies that make us cry.
But treasure us always, and we’ll be the ultimate prize.