Pretty Girls.

Girls, I ask em do they smoke?
Ask em what do they know?
Ask em can we go? Pretty girls..
Sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere
Girls are everywhere

The pretty girls be the ones with the darkest secrets...

Flawless;

the sweetest smiles are the ones hidin the most pain.

Puttin on happy-go lucky charades

but hidin teary eyes behind black tinted shades.

Mascara runnin deep into her veins.

She's not as happy as she claims.

Loneliness swallows her in rooms full of her closest friends.

Their hugs are empty.

And her trust in them waivers constantly.

The distance between them grows with each passing day.

Whatever; 

she don't want them anyways...

Too busy in her emotional built up brick walls

where no light shines in.

There's no windows; 

no doors.

Only mirrors covering every inch of the ceilings, walls and floors.

Admire your style and your physique

So all day;

she picks apart and critiques

what others call her "beauty".

Not seeing how they could see anything pretty in

an empty shell of what used to be herself.

She wages war on what's left...

She tears herself apart; 

skin first. 

As if she's tryna claw her way out of herself;

reassurin she can still feel herself.

Rips and cuts away at everything she doesn't like about 

the "pretty girl" screaming in the mirror.

And then she goes numb.

Protection from the "love".

She drowns herself in shot after shot

of anything that can be poured.

As the room fills with smoke

from blunt after blunt;

cloudin up want after want.

And when the smoke clears;

her fears

are still cluttered on mirrored floor

staring back at her;

tauntin her.

Always hidin right beneath her clothes.

She gazes into intact mirrors

but sees a broken reflection.

Sunrise.

She pulls together all the shattered pieces of herself.

Puzzles up a "pretty girl".

Hides the monsters under the bed.

Pushes the skeletons back in the closet.

And smiles.

Before she steps outside her solitude

flauntin that pretty girl attitude.

Girls, I ask em do they smoke?
Ask em what do they know?
Ask em can we go? Pretty girls..
Sunshine in the air, perfume everywhere
Girls are everywhere