In our world
We have learned to only see our flaws
And spend all of our time trying to fix them
But we don't see the beauty in ourselves
We say the inside is what counts but we know we don't mean it
We don't see what we are cable of
We only see what we cant do
We are driven by the thought that we are not perfected
So we try to make our self's
We try to please everyone
And when we think we are perfected
We lose our souls
We become self centered
There will be and emptiness inside
That we can not fill
no matter how perfected we are
