You're so mean when you talk about yourself, you're wrong. Change the voices in your head, make them like you, instead. So complicated look happy, you'll make it. Filled with so much hatred. Such a tired game, it's enough. I've done all I can think of chased all my demons, see you do the same. Pretty, pretty please don't you ever, ever feel like your less than fucking perfect. Pretty, pretty please if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, you're fucking perfect to me.
Done looking for the critics, cause they are everywhere .
(You're perfect to me...)
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