The pain spreads like a slow-burning fire,
As I walk down the cobblestone street.
I got here! I got here! I made it after three.
Three surgeries, I really made it abroad;
Clawing to come to terms with my scars and flaws.
He said they were perfect, as he kissed each one.
Perfectly imperfect we agreed, bright like the sun.
I get home and they still hurt,
As I hobble around the house.
It worries my parents, it worries me too.
$3000 bill still waiting, body still waiting to rid the pain.
FLAWLESS, I hear the Queen pump through my jack.
I'm flawless, I swear, as I sway to the track.
Do I believe it? Do I dare ask?
Fake it till I make it, till I walk without the pain.
Will it go away?? He makes me feel flawless,
Even if I can't walk so far. I show him what I can.
I promise, i promise,
I'll see myself as he sees me.
I'll post up flawless,
Me, my pain, me.