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Haunted Eyes


What do you see inside?

This pretty face, a painted disguise

You wake up in the morning

There I am

On your news feed, making plans

You think I'm such a happy girl

She's got it all

A white-picket world

But she's been through hell

Yeah I know you can't tell

I hide it plainly

I hide it, well..

She smiles and embraces

Makes kisses and sweet faces

She follows you with a glance

With her eyes..

Over you she'll dance..

She acts so in control

But secretly she's a tortured soul

She only plays the part she's learned

Though from her ways

She wants to turn

Why can't I break free?

Why wear this mask?

Why paint this face?

What more of me...

..Can you Ask?

I gave you my soul

I gave you me

I did what they told me

Cruel Society..

It's too hard to be a female

There's no way to make it

Not unless you stop 'yourself'

and fake it..

Haunted eyes is all I see

Too nervous to try to be free

I'll get hurt

Or worse, rejected

But I cannot live...

Still so dejected

Maybe tonight it will change

Maybe they'll notice me

In all this pain

They'll stop and care

Gently stroke my hair

I won't break my rules

I won't have to bend

I can be myself

My heart's gonna mend

Caught up in your presence 

Caught up in what's right

Just hold on to it, haunted eyes,

Hold on to it tight...

 

 

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