Sunday, January 11, 2015

Perfection is a disease of a nation.

Blonde hair, flat chest,
TV says, "Bigger is better."
South beach, sugar free
Vogue says, "Thinner is better."

Perfection is a disease of a nation, pretty hurts, pretty hurts.

We try to fix something but you can't fix what you can't see.
It's the soul that needs surgery.

Wait a second
Why should you care, what they think of you?
When you're all alone, by yourself,
Do you like you? Do you like you?

Tears don't mean you're losing,
Everybody's bruising,
Just be true to who you are.

Ouch.. Pretty hurts.

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