Shiny happy faces
Pretty little lies
Wrapped up in the perfect paper
Dressed up in the perfect disguise
Hiding in the bathroom
She throws it all away
Her sins
Her weakness
It was her controller
She wanted it destroyed
She wasn’t a victim to it’s power
Falling a little
It hurts sometimes
But she’s working for a greater cause
Forcing up the pain
Something in her body
Begins to change
She pulls the strings together
Feeling in control
But she is the puppet
She is society’s statistic
Pretty little girl
Pretty little problem