Pretty
By Elizabeth Argall
Biography
tell me what has gone wrong with me
I look in the mirror ugly faces through the cracks I see
It must be love ‘cause I’m not pretty anymore
But I’d like to be pretty
Can I be pretty
Shall I be pretty
No
And you know I’d like to stomp your head into
the ground
maybe then I won’t feel so insecure
‘cause when you look at me I fall into a thousand pieces
it must be love ‘cause I’m not pretty anymore
You’re in my head every minute of every day
your ghost laughs at all the things I do
I’m tired of this body it hurts my skin I can’t breath
it must be love ‘cause I’m not pretty anymore
I wish I was the sort of girl that likes being pushed
around
maybe then I’d know what pleases you
you ask for my voice but hate it when I speak my mind
it must be love ‘cause I’m not pretty was I ever pretty?
Tell me what is this feeling uncoiling like a snake
tell me what has gone wrong with me
I look in the mirror ugly faces through the cracks I see
it must be, what must it be? ‘cause I’m not pretty I’m
not pretty anymore.
Do I want to be pretty?
Would I like to be pretty?
Shall I be pretty?
No