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I can observe how people live off their own lies
Twist the truth a little so they can discuss the things they dispise
How a woman could sleep with many men and yet again
still have the nerve to say their all just her friends
It's a lie, but it will sell, just as long as she believes it
It's just what she says to everyone, but guarantee that at night she's creepin'
And she looks descent, she doesn't have to sell herself short
But for the love she wants she doesn't recieve, so to give it, what's the point ?
When she looks up in the mirror and stares at her own reflection
The eyes that glare back at her scream for her to change her direction
Pretty skin, nice complexion, her body is a blessing
Those eyes they sparkle, shine so bright, you would never guess that she's stressin'
Her reputation is a repelent to keep her from getting wifed
SHe feels like no matter what she does she'll never get it right
On the street she wears a smile, but cries alone at night
She's contrite, as the next man caresses her skin
Un-pure thoughts she doesn't want so she blockesit out, but lefs him in
Her soul is absent its tragic how it always happens and she can't stop it
The next step is for her to catch a disease and end up in a coffin
It's not her fault all she wanted was love from her father
Instead she found temporary love in these men who'd never even bother\
to talk to her, hold her hand, ask her how she is
The one thing they want is sex, and that's what she gives
They'll never give her life some depth, make her think of having kids
That's just all she'll ever be good for, it's just the life she lives
