When you tell me I look beautiful
I know you say it out of pity,
Because deep inside I really know
That I am not that pretty.
When you tell me that you love me
I know that it's all a lie.
Every time you tell me this
Inside I want to cry.
When you say that I'm your everything
I know it's all a game,
Because every time I believe you
I end up in pain.
