So maybe, I'm not the funniest, prettiest, or smartest.
Maybe, I don't have hair that falls down make back in a shining mane.
Maybe, I'm not perfect but I'm humane.
Pretty girls do whatever they please,
they do what they like and they're only a tease.
Pretty girls where sweats and don't have care
because either way, you'll be there.
Pretty girls, hurt others and make them cry
They make others mentally die.
Once I wanted to be a pretty girl,
A sweet little thing,
Go on day by day and just sing.
Then I learned their lure was like that of the sirens,
pretty to hear but ugly up close.
Heaven knows their insides are gross.
Behind the compliments they get,
the favors completed,
is a girl who has been defeated.
She never learned how to truly cope,
when she feels bad she puts others on a slope,
a downward descent for the sake of herself.
So maybe, I'm not the best you,
but my heart beats true.
I love you and don't want to hurt you.
If I did, I'd be just the same,
just another pretty girl untamed.