lunes, 6 de diciembre de 2010

Perfect to me.

Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated this place, misunderstood Miss “knowing it's all good” It didnt slow me down. Mistaking. Always second guessing. Underestimating. Look I'm still around. Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel like you're less than fucking perfect. Pretty, pretty please if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me. You're so mean when you talk about yourself, you were wrong. Change the voices in your head make them like you instead so complicated . Look how we all make it, filled with so much hatred. Such a tired game.

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