No one ever feels sorry for the pretty girl
Why should they?
She gets dinners and dates and all the attention any heart could desire
Who could complain about being the center of attention every day?
Other girls would **** to be told they're beautiful as much as the pretty girl is

But you see,
No one ever taught the pretty girl she has the right to say "no"
No one tells the pretty girl that she's more than pretty

Because pretty fades
And pretty girls know that
And pretty girls are terrified that when their bodies fail them and all they have left to offer is their heart, soul and mind
That whoever loves them won't stay

Because no pretty girl
Knows what it's like
To be loved for more than her pretty

Funny, isn't it?

How I can tell complete strangers words I can barely utter to myself
Yet I hide the greatest secrets from the ones I trust the most

I see your ghost
In all the places you used to be
In all the places you should be

I feel your absence always
When it's my birthday and you don't call
When I go to parties, alone

I never realized how much I let you in
But your ghost makes sure I'll never forget

You brought back to life the pieces of my heart I thought the world had killed

Sometimes it takes losing something we love
To see all the love that surrounds us

No
His eyes weren't dark
And he didn't smoke cigarettes
He wasn't mysterious and stormy
He lacked charm and the ability of smooth talking

But he loved me
God, he loved me
And one day
He realized he didn't

And I will write about that for the rest of my life

They asked me when I knew it was over

*"The day I stopped being able to sleep when he was laying next me."