Every day itz the same routine
same old story just a new title
i look into the mirror hating what i see
for when i look at myself i dont see me
just a young girl in this big world
with problems that could kill her
but every day i put a smile on my face
pretend to be happy pretend to care
but its all a lie im beautifully broken
theres nothing i can do to fix this pain
for years now ive learnt to hide
to shut my mouth and cover my eyes
its easy if questions arent asked
i dont have to reveal my awful past
beautifully broken yet and innocent angel
did i bring this upon myself
should i run away
im sorri for the truth and the hate it involves
i cant be me its just to hard
this gurl this mask it works a charm
you fell in love with who you thought was me
when you saw who i was
u gave up you broke me
im so used to crying it doesnt matter anymore
being hated and alone is like a daily chore
i dont expect diffrent and that scares me
im beautifully broken i can finally admit
there is nothing i do that can change this
