I've always been this way,
I put on the same show everyday,
i wake up, and i put my face on, i fix my hair, drag myself to the coffee machine.
& i pain a smile on my face and pretend to be something i'm not, happy...
and everyone loves me, or the girl i pretend to be each day. but i don't.
because when you look at me, you see the glamour and the fake smile.
but i know who i really am, i have the scars to prove it.
i'm just a ****** up little girl.
but you saw right through it all, you saw the pain in my eyes and you told me you loved me and took it all away, you seen the scars and ran your lips acrossed them and told me i'm beautiful, suddenly, i started to believe it.