sometimes real pretty
gets a little ugly
sometimes clean
is a little *****
sometimes you die
for life
you break for healing
so break honey
break

sometimes doctors are the ones doing the hurting
and we all now that strangers
are the ones doing the flirting

what you want
you won't find where you want it

pretty isn't in the magazines
it's in the little things
it's in the broken wings
it's in the rainy clouds
it tells a story
without a whisper
without a mumbling

*you're really pretty