learning to love yourself
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There's something that stirsUnder the surfaceOf my skinIt CreepsAnd CrawlsAnd Begs to get in
I figured out why I feel I don't have real friends
So no matter who I'm with I feel lonely in the end
It's because I don't live with love in my heart
The distance between I and my true feelings keeps me apart
I am imperfectlopsided smilea single dimpled cheekan abundance of freckles and blemishescrooked spinethe scars that are scattered amongst my body tell my story
One, two, three,
Four, five, six.
Look in the mirror,
Lick your lips.
Pluck and pull,
Scrub and conceal.
Watch what you eat,
Don't eat that meal.
Why do we play
