Maybe I'm not prettyI'm sitting here easyYou couldn't find the courageTo say anything until nowTwo-jacket of a foundation for youI'm not who you thought I wasMadness created a realityAnd I'm falling for youWhen I look in a mirrorAnd try to erase the hearts you wouldn't takeA bloody child whose father felt the sameI'd be easier to keepIf pretty was the way you describemeI'd be easier to keepIf pretty was the way you describemeAnd just like that it's overAnd just like that it's overAnd just like that, it's overAnd just like that, it's over
