sábado, 19 de febrero de 2011

M.

Made a wrong turn
once or twice;
dug my way out,
blood and fire.
Bad decisions,
that’s alright,
welcome to my silly life.

Mistreated, misplaced, missundaztood,
miss “no way it’s all good”
It didn’t slow me down.
Mistaken,
Always second guessing
underestimated
look, I’m still around…

Pretty, pretty please,
don’t you ever, ever feel
like your less than
Fuckin’ Perfect.
Pretty, pretty please,
If you ever, ever feel
like your nothing
you’re fuckin’ perfect to me.

You’re so mean
when you talk
about yourself,
you are wrong.
Change the voices
in your head
make them like you, instead.

So complicated,
look how big you’ll make it,
filled with so much hatred
such a tired game.
It’s enough
I’ve done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons
see you same.

Pretty, pretty please,
don’t you ever, ever feel
like your less than
Fuckin’ Perfect.
Pretty, pretty please,
If you ever, ever feel
like your nothing
you’re fuckin’ perfect to me.
The whole world stares while I swallow the fear The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer. So cool in lying and I tried tried but we try too hard, it’s a waste of my time.

Done looking for the critics, 'cause they’re everywhere,
they don’t like my genes, they don’t get my hair
Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?

Pretty, pretty please,
don’t you ever, ever feel
like your less than
Fuckin’ Perfect.
Pretty, pretty please,
If you ever, ever feel
like your nothing
you’re fuckin’ perfect to me.

You’re perfect You’re perfect
Pretty, pretty please,
don’t you ever, ever feel
like your less than
Fuckin’ Perfect.
Pretty, pretty please,
If you ever, ever feel
like your nothing
you’re fuckin’ perfect to me.

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