You think I am pretty?
You think I am nice?
You think everything is so easy
It's because you see it from the outside.

The eyes that you see, have cried the most tears
The smile you see hides the most pain.
The laugh that you hear hides the most screams
I might not look like much but guess what I am

You think I am pretty?
You think I am nice?
You think everything can pass by
Just by saying a sorry,
Well, guess what it can’t.
You think it's easy,
It is because you look at it from outside.

The face you call pretty, has looked at itself and wished to die,
The face you call pretty, has hated every moment of looking at itself.
The voice which you called sweet has screamed the most inside.

Your definition of pretty is way different than mine,
You think I am pretty, I think I should die,
You think I am nice, I want to **** myself.

I am way different inside than I am on the outside...
Inside, I am killing myself,
Inside, I am crying myself to sleep.
Inside, I am dead.
But you will never know,

You think I am pretty.
You think I am nice.
You think everything is so easy
It's because you see it from the outside.

She falls,
She gasps for air
Tries to breathe, but she can’t
Her head spins as she gets herself back up on her feet.

That laugh hides her fears
That laugh hides her tears
All gone

She is silent,
Her silence hides her screams,
Her silence is a way to show the world her strength,
She knows she is slowly dying, she is killing herself
She is trapped,
She is trapped inside her
She keeps falling, letting go of herself
She falls.

It’s scary what that smile can hide,
She walked out that door,
Pretending to not have felt a thing
Pretended to not have pushed those feelings somewhere deep
Pretended to never have hated herself to the point where she wanted to die.

It’s scary what those eyes can hide,
She walked out that door,
Pretending to not have cried a million tears
Pretended to not to see the faults in her
Pretended to never have hated the way she looked to the point where she wanted to go blind.

It’s scary how that smile could mean something more,
Something more than it shows,
That smile can mean a million words,
It can also hide a million emotions.

It’s scary how those eyes can mean something more,
Something more than they show,
Those eyes are like the path to her soul,
They hide tears that could burn instead of coal.

Her laugh...
It hides all the screams that are in her head.
Her laugh distracts her from the late-night thoughts she has,
The thoughts that scream, that moan and that feed off her fears.

It’s scary how she can be someone more than someone she looks like,
She pretends to be someone who she isn’t.
She knows that pretending works,
She knows that she pretends.