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So you think you can help me?
You think that you can change me,
Mold me,
Fix my pathetic broken mind?

You think I need help?
I need to be carried through life?
I'm too weak,
Stupid.

You think you can do this?
After countless have tried,
You're the saviour,
You're my Jesus?

Pardon me, If I do not believe.
Forgive my feeble mind,
And it's high doubts of
You're ability to save anyone.

If I need fixing, honey,
If i need saving from myself,
You can be damn sure..
You aren't the one to do it.

If you wanna fix somebody,
Look in the mirror sweetheart,
Because I'm pretty sure that
You're make-up is running.

Call a fashion artist quick!
Your imperfections and opinions,
Are showing through those...
Things..That you call outfits.

Don't worry about fixing me,
Just keep thinking about yourself, hun.
Because it's obvious to me,
You're the only one who counts.