Pretty girl, pretty girl,
Falters as she walks,
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
Falls on diamond rocks.
Right about the time she could,
Pretty girl did good,
Sticking with the story that
People thought they understood.
Pretty girl was born,
To a home that was in half, torn.
There was laughter long ago;
Replaced by falseness to adorn.
Pretty girl knew deep down
That their smiles hid a frown,
Their world was rocky as a storm
In their small forsaken town.
So much the pretty girl did,
To make the world do as she bid,
And the people looked and faltered
Unbeknownst to what she hid.
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
With eyes that shine like steel.
Pretty girl, pretty girl,
Heart of stone; cannot feel.
Filter through the lights of bay,
Pretty as can be
Gold that shines within the fray
That chaos hides in thee.
Pretty little girl with marks
That scar her unmarred back
With knives that cut far more than swords,
Words used to attack.
Pretty girl is more than a face,
Pretty girl is not a disgrace,
Pretty girl is not truly seen,
When pretty cannot be unseen.
