Songs I Write | IV

all the pretty girls complain.

All the pretty girls complain
And I sit here, hear, trying not to cry again
It feels like the world is crumbling down
By minutes and by seconds
My entire perception is taken away
It feels like the world is crumbling down

Look in the mirror, I know just what to think
But all I'm thinking is how uglier you could be
Yeah, if I was taller, prettier, bittersweet and not just what anyone could see

I swear to be mean is not my intention
But I'm so tired of looking at my reflection
Everybody compliments my complexion
But all I know is I can't be compared to heaven
I swear to be mean is not my intention
But I'm so tired of looking at my reflection
Everybody compliments my complexion
But all I know is I can't be compared to heaven

All the cooler girls say they're afraid
I'm silent in the corner of the rave
It feels like the world's closing in on me
By day, I'm stitched up and torn again
All the pretty girls complain
When it feels like the world's closing in on me only

Look in the mirror, I know just what to think
But all I'm thinking is how uglier you could be
Yeah, if I was taller, prettier, bittersweet and not just what anyone could see
Convenient dreams of not being so lonely, they're just dreams

I swear to be mean is not my intention
But I'm so tired of looking at my reflection
Everybody compliments my complexion
But all I know is I can't be compared to heaven
I swear to be mean is not my intention
But I'm so tired of looking at my reflection
Everybody compliments my complexion
But all I know is I can't be compared to heaven

Looking in the mirror, I know what to say
But all I'm faking is the smile to portray
Yeah, if I was taller, prettier, bittersweet taste on the lips of lovers I wish to deceive
Like a million-dollar girl in the eyes of a date
I would dance around the room if I could misbehave
But I'm so tired of being awake to make same mistakes, I make 'em again

Swear to be mean is not my intention
But I'm so done with the false discretion
Everybody compliments like I crave the attention
And I know I do but I can't handle the impression
I swear to be mean is not my intention
But I'm so tired of looking at my reflection
Everybody compliments my complexion
But all I know is I can't be compared to heaven

All the pretty girls complain
It feels like my world is crumbling down