Facade

People aren't always what they seem to be.

Pretty little lilacs, all in a row
Only really grow when told to do so

Pretty little island, out in the sea
Floats on the waves, waits for me

Pretty little love, so far away
He'll return to find I've gone astray

Pretty little me, vulnerable as can be
Wandered too far, caved in so selfishly

Pretty little stranger, who led me to danger
Left me with blood and shattered fantasies

Never to speak again.