Pretty

He had his father's eyes He had his father's temper And he wanted me, he wanted me all to himself When you're barely past eighteen Not used to the attention It's so easy, so easy to fall under his spell And you learn how quickly fairy tales Become so cautionary Don't fall for the first one Don't fall for the first one Don't fall for the first one Who tells you you're pretty You're pretty Tells you you're pretty How could you be so smart How could you be so stupid To equate, to mistake possession for true love So he cut the cable And I kept the bruises covered And I starved myself, I made myself so small And I learned how quickly fairy tales Become so cautionary Don't fall for the first one Don't fall for the first one Don't fall for the first one Who tells you you're pretty You're pretty Tells you you're pretty Now I'm spiraling again I can't stop Stockholm Syndroming It's a place that I know, I know all too well When you give all your grace away To those who don't deserve it There's no saving grace, no saving grace for yourself When you fall for the first one You fall for the first one You fall for the first one Don't fall for the first one Don't fall for the first one Don't fall for the first one Who tells you you're pretty You're pretty Tells you you're pretty He told me I'm pretty Told me I'm pretty Told me I'm pretty