Pretty/unpretty
I was told I was beautiful but what does that mean to you?
Look into the mirror who's inside there, the one with the long hair.
Same old me again today.
My outsides are cool, my insides are blue.
Everytime I think I'm through It's because of you.
I've tried different ways, but it's all the same.
At the end of the day I have myself to blame.
I'm just trippin'.
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