Pretty ones

When flesh loses it's appeal you realize it wasn't real
Did you take the time to look in his eyes?
Did you take the time to analyze?

When it falls apart around you
Are the pretty ones there to guide you?
If you look skin deep you'll never see
The inside is ugly, is ugly

Broken, shattered, shallow shell
Are you nice and cozy in your cell?
Are you proud of the fact that you cry at night?
Have the beatings filled that hole inside?

When it falls apart around you
Are the pretty ones there to guide you?
If you look skin deep you'll never see
The inside is ugly

The sad thing is you don't even know yourself
You wonder why you hurt, but all the good things you repel
Are the pretty ones there?

When it falls apart around you
Are the pretty ones there to guide you?
If you look skin deep you'll never see
The inside is ugly

Don't whine to me, don't cry to me
Such a bittersweet sob story
Don't whine to me, don't cry to me
Such a bittersweet sob story

By (Marcos Henrique Anjos)