(Written like a song)

She was molded,
melted
Put into a shape
Made into a form
and burned out every day
She has the scars,
She has the marks
She has the pain.
She has the beauty
But outside that she's wax.
The feared orange glow,
Of every party
The feared burning slow,
Of every day.
Melting, melting,
Harden.
Each shape special but cursed
She wails and crys never heard
The...
Wax...
Fi-gure.

And after that...
what is left?
She sits in her home
accepting the new bo-dy.
But really inside...
it is a bur-den
And she would rather leave it behind!
Its the Wa-x Figure! 
Burned out every day
Its the Wa-x Figure!
Smells like ho-ney
Its... the...
Wax Figure!