Lip injections

The perfect girl drowned in bilirubin
Stinging, cold venom of a bee
The diet pills turning skin yellow
Yet this skin was birthed yellow
Men want a perfect yellow girl
My liver is failing me and the disease is spreading
Not this kind of yellow. The polite, quiet, submissive, brainless yellow..
The disease is spreading
I should go out into the sun. Should I?
The honey lemon tea will help drop the pounds
Liposuction here and there.
Bleaching the hair everywhere. 
I need to fit into this pretty little thing.
But the sunshine is ultraviolet and it burns everyone on the shore
Turning skin from dark yellow to a fermented gold
And their eyes cloud over
Their lips are swollen and their eyes are slow to blink. 
It won't rain, and nobody will swim, but when the perfect girl chose to
She choked on salt water
Drowned in her own bilirubin.