I don't look in the mirror
I don't like what I see staring back at me
Everything is clearer
I'll never see what you see
It's not me
So beautiful and free
I'll never be what you need
Can't help at all
I was born so beautiful
But now I'm ugly
And I rot in my skin
As a piece of me dies everyday
I know I'm nothing
I know there's nothing I can say
To change
The judegment in their ways
I'll never be what you need
Can't help at all
My love was so beautiful
But now I'm ugly
Yeah...
I'm good enough, but I don't care
I'm good enough, but I'm not there
I'm good enough, but I don't care
The sun is out, but I'm not there
I'm good enough, but I don't care
The sun is out, but I'm not there
I'm good enough
I'm good enough
I don't look in the mirror
I don't like what I see staring back at me
Everything is clearer
I'll never see what you see
And I rot in my skin
As a piece of me dies everyday
I know I'm nothing
Because I'm ugly
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Realized I hadn't ripped the songs off of my copy of Aeroplane Flies High yet. I'm swimming back in the pools of insecurity, self-derision, hope, adventure and feckless love of High School. I think this have always been my song. This and Cherry, from the same collection. But not in a self-critical way. Just in a mood, tone, and place sort of thing. I promise I'm not emo-ing out.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
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