all the men wanted her
when she was a kid
they took her sanctity
she was so pretty
and nobody loved her
they'd say they would
then leave
and she swore, someday
they'll all stay
someday, i'll be a god
someday, i'll have it all
she got skinny and grew up
she took pills, was good enough
they all wanted her
but nobody knew her
and wanting isn't loving
it's empty
when you're pretty
you were a god
and you lost it all
fame was never enough
the whole world
watched you fall
and I know
you didn't want to be pretty
all you ever wanted was to be loved
i know because i'm just like you
i grew up a pretty girl too
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