Hair of gold and eyes of blue

Teach her how to be like you

Magazines tapped to her wall

Easier to count her flaws

One for dessert

One for the hurt

One for the blame of a life that's led by shame

Beauty comes and beauty goes

When comes hers Oh no one knows

Failing grades but it's okay no one's counting anyways

One for the drink

One so she won't think

One punishing for for the boy who said don't sing

Clothing covers many scars

Loathing covered at a bar

Demons tell her with a shrug you are not worth being loved

Ohhhh

Ohh

Oh

Lord pull my through

Break my chains and make me new

Lord show me truth so i'll never go back to the things i do

The things i do

The things i do

The things i do

The things i do

Lord pull me through I am so in love with you

Lord show me truth I will find my strength in you

You make me new

You make me new

You make me new

You make me new

You make me new