Take your anger out on me. I can
be your pinata.
Go on! Take a swing, I know you
really wanna.
You can spit your pity in my face, and
tell me I'm to blame.
if I were you, and put up with me,
I know I'd do the same.
Right now I don't feel pretty, or even
slightly complete.
Between me and you, your slender
look, could I even really compete?
You catch the eye of many, even
some I wish for myself.
If this is heaven, then I don't want
it, cause I feel like I'm living in hell.
I wish I could close my eyes, and wake
up a better me.
So I can see the beauty within me,
that you say you see with your eyes.
But each time I'm told I'm beautiful,
I know it's all a lie.
My soul is tarnished, beaten up -
bleeding black and blue.
These words might mean quite a
lot, but trust me, they're nothing but
True.
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