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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