Smile, be nice, be pretty
Smile, be nice, be pretty
These are the thing I tell myself every day
Smile, be nice, be pretty
I lower myself to make others except me
I bow down to others expectations
The flower crown I wear upon my head has decayed
What is left is only plastic
I wear a grin but underneath I am but a canvas for an artist
Picture me what you will and I will become
My face is not my own