Hair of gold and eyes of blue teach her how to be like you. Magazines taped to her wall easier to count her flaws.
One for dessert one for the hurt one for the blame of a life that's led by shame
Beauty comes and beauty goes when comes hers? Oh. no one knows Failing grades but it's okay no one's counting anyways
One for the drink One so she won't think One punishing for the boy who said don't sing
Clothing covers many scars loathing's covered at a bar Demons tell her with a shrug you are not worth being loved
ohhhh ohh oh
Lord, pull me through break my chains and make me new lord, show me truth so i'll never go back to the things i do the things i do x4 Lord, pull me through I am so in love with you lord, show me truth I will find my strength in you