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Pretty Girls Don't Die Alone.
I want to be happy, I want to be strong.
I want to be thinner..
because its the pretty girls who get the decent boys, I said.
And you swore the pretty girls,
They die alone like the rest of us.
You said, You said,
"Don't we all die alone?"
No, we don't. The pretty girls,
They always win.
I can feel the blood pooling behind my eyes.
I'll never win.
Every breath is just one step closer
Toward a fate I swore I had avoided.
Every single breath brings me deeper,
And its hard to swim,
When you're so much better at panicking.
Every word I speak gets written off as regret,
And just the mere sight of myself
makes me question my right to speak.
Because I don't want to eat until I weigh enough to be thrown over a cliff.
Single handedly.
I never thought I'd ever have to cry this bad.
Ever again.
But your indecision has made it so easy
For me to assume the worst of you and me.
I've always been better at panicking.
Lying on your bedroom floor,
Crying like nothing matters anymore.
My cheeks still burn
When I think of how I must have looked
Lying there, sobbing,
Like a little girl.
Like the little girl with the swollen eyes,
And everyone wants to just tell her to
Shut the fuck up,
'Cause life ain't so bad.
You didn't know, but all I could think was..
"Pretty girls don't die alone."
I want to be happy, I want to be strong.
I want to be thinner..
because its the pretty girls who get the decent boys, I said.
And you swore the pretty girls,
They die alone like the rest of us.
You said, You said,
"Don't we all die alone?"
No, we don't. The pretty girls,
They always win.
I can feel the blood pooling behind my eyes.
I'll never win.
Every breath is just one step closer
Toward a fate I swore I had avoided.
Every single breath brings me deeper,
And its hard to swim,
When you're so much better at panicking.
Every word I speak gets written off as regret,
And just the mere sight of myself
makes me question my right to speak.
Because I don't want to eat until I weigh enough to be thrown over a cliff.
Single handedly.
I never thought I'd ever have to cry this bad.
Ever again.
But your indecision has made it so easy
For me to assume the worst of you and me.
I've always been better at panicking.
Lying on your bedroom floor,
Crying like nothing matters anymore.
My cheeks still burn
When I think of how I must have looked
Lying there, sobbing,
Like a little girl.
Like the little girl with the swollen eyes,
And everyone wants to just tell her to
Shut the fuck up,
'Cause life ain't so bad.
You didn't know, but all I could think was..
"Pretty girls don't die alone."