Pretty is your lies that sparkle in the night
Pretty is your love that comes back to bite
Pretty is your kisses carressing my skin
Gorgeous is your tears pricking me like a pin
Pretty is your smile burning my eyes
Pretty is your ambitions cutting the skies
Pretty is your hate tearing at my heart
Gorgeous is your life that I cant part
Pretty is the dismay, hurt, and fight
Georgeous is the joy, love, and delight
Pretty is... But is it?
What does the my heart desire?
