Who can say what's behind those pretty lies
When she tells you what you want to hear
And says it's okay, then leaves you
Empty-handed
And feeling no guilt
Thinking she's the victim there?
Who can say what's behind the smile
That's made for the life like a movie
Wich in fact
Is only a dream
Never coming true
'Cause EVERYTHING
In her
Is
F-A-K-E.
Tell me what.