Wrapped in gold and excess, she drifted through life untouched, never tasting the grit of struggle or the sweetness of earned joy. But without the weight of loss, the burn of effort, or the ache of longing, even the brightest riches felt hollow in her hands.
Lyrics
So Pretty
(Written by Cynthia Beckstead © 2020, All rights reserved.)
You have no friends. And do you wonder where they are?
Have lots of money. And drive a brand new car.
Given no humility. Given every thing you need.
How can you amount to any thing? With all that greed
How many times did you love her?
How many times did you become her?
And you noticed, your not suppose to be.
And you noticed...
You’re so pretty...I pity; you’re so pretty
You’re so pretty...I pity; you’re so pretty
Never could you tolerate. Ever going through the store.
Always arriving late. And spoiled what you are.
Can’t be held responsible. Always someone else is to blame.
What are you striving for? If every things the same!
How many times did you wonder?
How many times did you become her?
And you noticed, your not suppose to be.
And you noticed…
You’re so pretty...I pity; you’re so pretty.
You’re so pretty...I pity; you’re so pretty.
So pretty.... so pretty…so pretty
And someday the time will come. When you’ll see the problem, and the sum
And you’ll notice, you’re not suppose to be And you’ll notice...
You’re so pretty...I pity, you’re so pretty; you’re so pretty...I pity; you’re so pretty.
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