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Pretty!
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Life Can I break the power
torment the free
stand on my head
till I can barely see
Pretty little roses
reminds me of pretty little you
coming out of a special purpose
that still can not bloom
Throw away my useless trash
I can't do this on my own
It blocks my faith
it breaks my home
Fear in me only goes so deep
pain seems here to stay
aching seems to linger on
I lost my words to say...
it's like my heart got torn
I can't feel my chest
my stomach has butterflies
I can't seem to rest
We get beat
let people tear us down
we're all innocent
we all come around
I see a pretty picture
it comes face to face with me
it looks so disappionted
it is my reflection I see
