I watch you day in and day out.
You claim that you are pure, with your stupid...
Told himself, gazing
at that poor coming to him...
Switch on the old grey box,
its almost 6 on the great clock...
You got to love, the older you get the more
You seem to ask for the immpossible...
I'm so sorry
I cant be perfect...
My butt\'s too big & my chest too small,
My thighs & stomach are fat, nothing\'s right...
Black and blue,
The two colors that show what she has been...
One day il go away
never return...
It's redundant waking up in the morning
And running into the worthless face in the mirror...
Say it again.
Listen to how it sounds...
We all want to believe in cinderella
So beautiful but poor...
Push down your throat some clarity,
With little happiness to go...