Born to be set apart from the world
She grew up rejected by every girl
Disgusted with herself she struggled to breathe
Tempting lies tricked her mind into his deceit
The Lying. The Crying. The Prying.
Mirrors mock and love to taunt.
One instant glance and her heart felt safe
But they start to notice the smile on her face
People start to talk and have their little fun
Every glance rips a piece of her one by one
The Lying. The Crying. The Prying.
Mirrors mock and love to taunt.
Her priorities are off; she puts them first
She goes to sleep crying, begging for worth
No voice answers and she’s discouraged
By the life the enemy has to encourage
The Lying. The Crying. The Prying.
Mirrors mock and love to taunt.
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