Tell me pretty little lies, whisper them in my ears so softly that I can’t feel the pressure behind your words. Tell me you love me and mean it, and I probably still won’t believe you. Tell me I’m pretty, though I know it’s deceit, for there’s nothing pretty about me to speak of. Tell me I’m beautiful, I’ll tell you yes, but only on the inside. Tell me pretty little lies so that I can pretend to be