Since I was a little kid I filled myself up with these pretty little lies
Created this image of myself that I learned to despise
I opened up to people and most of them said get over it, you'll be fine
As if they're ones to speak because in their minds life was divine
At age eight I decided that the best way to survive was to hide
To hide, build up walls and push away anyone who tried to break them down
Not caring I didn't have anyone around, even though I knew that without any help I would drown
Drown in a pool of self-pity and self hate
Thinking I'm alone because I didn't know anyone could relate
Walking around with a fake smile
Thinking, maybe life isn't worthwhile
Looking at myself in the mirror everyday
Wishing that what I didn't like about myself would wash away
Pointing out every little flaw in me
Wishing that the person I see
Isn't the real me
But as I look I wonder
"Who is she?"
Who is the person that stares back at me?
Since I was a little kid I filled myself up with these pretty little lies
Fat, ugly, not worth it, a mistake, a big disappointment.
Not good enough
Not good enough
NOT GOOD ENOUGH
But as I said, pretty little lies disguised as an expectation from a world that tells us what we can and can't be
Lies that make you want to close your eyes and hope for your demise which at a young age would be unwise because there is always a price
And you're not always the one that pays it
Admit it
The last thing you want is for someone else to go through the things that you did
Ever since you were a little kid
Since I was a little kid I filled myself up with these pretty little lies
But that's all the were and ever will be
Lies.
