Victim. Cause you’re insecure.
And when I tell you that you’re beautiful,
you can’t be sure. Cause he don’t seem to want you back.
And it’s got you asking. So all you see is what you lacking,
not what you packing.
Eyebrows, fingernails, hair.
Is it real? If it’s not,
girl, you don’t care.
Cause what’s real is something that the eyes can’t see.