Tell me,
When you look at me
Do you see what I see?
Do you see the girl that's actually me,
Or do you see what you want me to be?
Do you see the girl who sometimes cries,
Cause she'll never think of herself as "pretty"?
Do you see the girl who skips meals,
So she'll end up classified as "skinny"?
Or do you see the one that makes sure evryone else around her
Is happy?
The one who'll give anything to see people smile
So they don't end up broken
Like she is?
It's like looking at different sides of the moon,
She has a darkside
Can't you see she's terrified?
Or did you never bother to look in her eyes,
And see the pain she tried to hide?
Notice her cries for help,
As she dies inside?
No.
You never thought twice about it
Upon hearing this you'll probably tell her she's beautiful
But she won't believe you.
You haven't seen her darkside
Well, my darkside...
So I'm left with pathetic thank yous to weak compliments
As I try to gather my thoughts
Determine true or false,
But it's almost always false
That's why I'm scared, you see,
When you call me gorgeous, beautiful, pretty
Because that girl you see?
I don't see