Monday, June 1, 2015

Mirror Mirror

mirror mirror on the wall,
why do the pretty girls have it all?

the looks the boys the family the friends,
why can’t i be just like them?

nobody likes me nobody cares,
but if i was pretty they would i swear.

they have it so good so great you know,
while i’m over here with nothing left to show.

i must have done something wrong,
otherwise i wouldn’t be this sad for this long.

maybe if i was pretty people who notice,
that i’m lost, hurting, and hopeless. 

maybe if i was pretty my life would be better,
if only i was pretty maybe i wouldn’t wish my life to be over.

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