Pretty
Joey Miceli
Maybe I’m not pretty
I’m sitting here easy
You couldn’t find the courage to say anything till now
Too jagged of a foundation for you
I’m not who you thought I was
Madness created a reality and I’m falling for it
When I look in a mirror and try to erase the parts you wouldn’t take
I bloody a child whose father felt the same
I’d be easier to keep, if pretty was a way you’d describe me
I’d be easier to keep, if pretty was a way you’d describe me
And just like that, it’s over
And just like that, it’s over
And just like that, it’s over
And just like that, it’s over