So much beauty, so much pain.
Pretty Girl, feels even more dead each passing day.
She looks in the mirror, what a flawless face.
Then she looks into her soul, so many scars, noone can erase.
Pretty Girl cries, and with each tear a piece of her dies.
There's a knock on the door, her mother says "it's time."
So Pretty Girl wipes her eyes, she puts on her smile.
Her sweet smile, she's so divine. |