Pretty broken girls and broken things

Breaking hearts you hear them sing

The tales of loneliness we tell ourselves to sleep

At least we’ll never be like you

Plaster smiles to plastic faces 

But I’d never complain like you

We don't live in a pretty world

The wind blew

Pretty girls in their pretty world

I wasn't talking to you

Why like me

I don’t like myself

Dusted off an old shelf

I wasn’t wanted never wanted

To be anyone else

Our faces pretty but not the places we live

So I stay here on the shelf so you can't be 

And fight so you don't

I'm not pretty without being broken

I am your pretty broken girl

Pretty girls in a pretty world left on their own

Pretty lies in your pretty world

Who are your pretty girls?

Their no pretty girls in my world

Jesus helps the pretty girl

But Jesus help their pretty world

Close your eyes 

See only what you beileve