Long hair, fair skin complexion
Pretty blue eyes;
A boy's desire, a boy's hope, a boy's downfall,

Her hair flown by a disastrous brush,
Her skin as dreamy as the vicious snake,
Her heart as cold as the ice in his lust for her.

Maybe if she took off her disguise of beauty he would see her for who she really is,
Maybe just maybe he would love her for who she is,

But he leaves her crying and doesn't look back.

Sometimes she tries to be strong,
She tries to hold on,
So she puts on makeup,
Puts on weave,
To find another guy to please,
Just to be hurt again in the same way,
She just wants to be loved..........
By the wrong guy.

But all I can say is she doesn't know how special she is to this one person,
And she will never know,
If she's making up her face,
Cause he will never find her;

Just another world to let her know,
PRETTY LIES

                                                                                      Jonesy  ©