I see her, see right through her rough exterior,
See her broken heart and tattered soul,
She thinks she can fool me with her fake smile
But I see right through her.
She blabs when she's high,
Cries when she's coming down,
She thinks she can hide from me,
She thinks she can hide from what she's done,
But I see right through her.
I see right through the make up,
Through the fake laughs,
Through the fake,and rough exterior,
It's no use frontin
I see right through any act.
No use hiding I see right through her,
I know what and who she really is,
And what she is capable of,
And deep down she knows it to.
