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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