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Pretty Girl

Am I a pretty girl?
Covered in pearls.
As if a ballerina, I twirl.

Can you really see?
Can you see the real me?
Hiding behind the girl I want to be.

Unique you say.
If that's what you want. Okay.
I'll do anything to keep your
acceptance at bay.

Am I a pretty girl?

Am I?

You can tell me the truth.

Am I?
I'd rather you lie.

So keep your mouth shut.
While I cut.

With a razor in bed.
Or a needle and thread.
This can't be all in my head.

Because I can see it in your eyes.
You cover it with lies.
While handing me a disguise.
To cover up what lies.
Inside my eyes.

The blade comes closer to my body
and its lack.
It gives my body new editions to pack.
So when I come back.
I don't want your voice to crack.
When you tell me how pretty I am.