Sad fire

I melt like plastic
My makeup bag is empty
I used it all tonight
I wanted to impress myself

I burn like dry leaves
I grow with air
That Moët & Chandon bottle
Makes it worse

Flames consume my skin
My pink dress burns
All there will be left
Is this silver pin
That he wore at war

Red waves conquered
The hill last week
I hear the birds cry
They lost their nests
I long for green leaves
To grow on the hill again

I'm basic
I know nothing
I'm ugly and forgettable
The makeup made no difference
I became weightless ashes