The Bleeding Pen

You're Prettier when Your Mouth is closed

You're Prettier when Your Mouth is closed

And I don't have to hear your Lies

You're Nicer when Your Back is turned

And I can't see your eyes

I like you better when I can't see through

Your Sugar Coated Smile

I'd rather not see your Inner Self

But I knew it was there all the while

The Gentle, the Timid, the Innocent girl

But I can calculate

The Evil, the Gossip, the Fiery bitch

That consumes your fragile shape

You're just like every other girl

A lovely yet smarting rose

You're thorns prove nothing more than that

You're Prettier when Your Mouth is closed