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When your words come to easily for me
to believe and this paint goes on too thinly to peel away
I will find a silver lining sometime
Blur my vision and I'll be fine. And I'll be fine
Burn the pages of the magazines I hate the way they look at me
With every smile and laugh theres something I will always lack
And maybe, just maybe an imperfected me will not be seen.
When your words burn forever in my mind
and those greens and those blues seem too perfect to be true
I will light a fire every time I think to myself
I will be fine, I will be fine.
Burn the pages of the magazines I hate the way they look at me
With every smile and laugh theres something I will always lack
And maybe, just maybe an imperfected me will not be seen.
But I'll go on, yes I will be
and I'll be strong, fortunatley
this beauty's not clear to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to
me to me.
Burn the pages of the magazines I hate the way they look at me
With every smile and laugh theres something I will always lack
And maybe just maybe just maybe this beauty will be clearer to me. to me. to me.