The Lying. The Crying. The Prying.
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
They start to notice the smile on her face
People start to talk and everything is done
Now every glance rips a piece of her one by one
The Lying. The Crying. The Prying.
Mirrors mock and love to taunt.
The sun blinded her and she cannot see
That he was right there; warm and welcoming
Her priorities are off putting them first
Her eyes lift up to the sky and begin to curse:
“I must not be good enough for you right?
That’s why you won’t change my life”
The Lying. The Crying. The Prying.
Mirrors mock and love to taunt.
As months flew by, curiosity held her
Leading her to her knees begging for her Savior
Through the silence, his voice sounded in her thoughts
That voice is the very reason she fought
The Lying. The Crying. The Prying.
Mirrors mock and love to taunt.
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