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[Jun. 11th, 2004|02:19 pm] |
Check myself out in the mirror
A blemish here, a scar over there
They don't know how I pick at myself
They don't know how how I hate myself
They all stop to stare
At the beautiful peace of flesh I am
When inside it tears me up
I have to be perfect
I have to be perfect for you
Or else I'm nothing
I don't wear makeup
Because I don't know how
I don't do my hair
Because I never learned
But still; I have to be perfect
I stopped working out
I wanted to see if you'd notice
You did; I have to be perfect
I stopped shaping my eyebrows
I wanted to see if you'd notice
You did; I have to be perfect
Is it easy for you
You're not perfect
What's it like to know me
Is it a thrill to be seen with me
Do you get off on knowing me
If one hair's out of place you're embarrassed of me
I wish I could cut off my skin
Place it in a jar for you
Then maybe, just maybe
You'd see that's all I am to you
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