You're pretty

You've always been so pretty
Though your heart seems to screams for pity
Mirror images twist and disfigure
Never showing truth
In your eyes

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Through the looking glass
In someone else's shoes
You'd see an angel in front of you
Wings chained down
Tied and bound
By her jealousy
Of all those "pretty girls"

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Who really knows
What pretty is
Since it is only
All in the eyes
Of the beholder