She trains herself to smile that perfect little smile,

Who is she without 1977?

She's a sad, sad girl with a growing pain inside,

The filters hide her imperfections,

Like the freckles she inherited from her mothers side, 

Or those nasty acne scars her preteen years left her with,

Oh but that smile, that smile that once had braces makes up for those ugly years, 

The concealer hides the darkness from underneath her eyes,

The unfortunate memories from those weeping sleepless nights.

She loves 1977 because it shows another her,

Somehow with 3 shades of cool her voice seems louder. 


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