You’re stuck inside a rut
And you’re screaming for attention
Can’t you feel your feet sinking
Into your own acceptance?
You sit on a throne that’s made of your own
Where you are the ultimate
You are the infinite
You can never fall
Oh, haven’t you heard
The helplessness of a girl who’d die to be you?
While she’s stuck inside a rut
Screaming for attention
For only your acceptance
To be perfect
To be flawless
To be the reflection in your mirror
But then again, we’d all like to know:
Are you perfect?
Are you flawless?
Or is that what you tell yourself
Each night, each day
To keep the doubts away?














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