Am I pretty? To be judged by all, but what do they know?
I'm just another person, all alone.
But I'm beginning to forget, and loose my sight, To be lost in nothing, and feel the fright.
Am I pretty? I don't care. No one sees the real me, the one with tears.
I hide in shadows and let the illusion show, but who's gonna know?
Am I pretty? What do you say? Maybe you'll see me, maybe one day.
Lost in darkness, I cannot be found.
Following the heartless, and feeling so bound.
Now am I pretty?
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