CLICK!

Crack.

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.