You can cut me and beat me, but I won't show you the wounds.
And when you meet me again tomorrow, I won't let you see the scars.
A pretty face in a battlefield, running down the clock, living in the moment, waiting to get shot.
You can send in your spies, but I won't let them suspect a thing.
All the battleships and fighter jets in the world, won't make me let you know I want to give up.
You can cover yourself in gear and promise to take me down, but each time you see me you won't see me frown.
A pretty face in a battle field, singing for the moon, wondering a life away, please come find me soon.
You laugh behind my back, I want to pretend it doesn't hurt
You run when I try to be around, so I go away to hid where no one will look.
Each time I am excluded and treated with that look, You won't see the pieces of my heart that you took.
A pretty face in a battle field, pretending not to try, every time I be myself, I feel like I am just a lie.
Liars survive this battle field, the weak ones leave in pieces, I put on a face and keep my gun pointed. Stay away before you get burned, because this pretty face can't take anymore of your bullets.
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