I remember,
The 13 year old me
Wanting to go back to when she was 6
When she was pretty
When a lot of people loved her
When nobody judged her
When she didn't care.
And she said
Why Can't I be Perfect?I remember
When she asked herself
Why am I fat?
Why am I ugly?
Does anyone love me?
What is happening to me?
Why am I changing?
Is this good?
Is this wrong?
And why...
Why Can't I Be Perfect?I remember
When she was wondering
Why did he die?
Was it because of me?
Do I bring badluck?
Will you come back?
Even just for her?
Because she's hurt.
Everyone is.
Can I just die?
Because it's my fault.
Why can't my life be perfect?
Why Can't I Be Perfect?Why Can't I Be Perfect
Why Can't I Be Perfect
Why Can't I Be PerfectWill I ever change?
Will everything go back to the way it was?
Will I be the same?
Will I be little Lizzie again?
When I was adorable?
When I was lovable?
When I was loved?Help me...
Please...Why Can't I Be Perfect?
- Lizzie xx
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