There's too many fucking clips on my head,
My hair's too damn short.
I feel like a giant with this 5 feet 6 height,
And size eleven on my feet.
I'm practically blind,
And I've got metal on my teeth.
There's cracks on my lips,
And blemishes on my face.
There's cuts on my wrists,
And holes in my heart.
Yeah I know I'm not perfect,
But I try to be the best of who I am.
I'm no size zero model,
I'm not your pretty picture.
Even though these curses roll of my tongue,
At least I have a warm heart.
You know I won't change,
Not now, not ever.
If you can't love me for me,
Then I'm sorry.
And I've been hopin'
Somebody loves you,
But baby it's not me,
So let me go.
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