Thursday, May 19, 2011

same old me

I wish I could tie you up in my shoes, make you feel unpretty, too. I was told I was beautiful, but what does that mean to you? Look into the mirror who’s inside there... The one with the long hair? Same old me again, today.
You can buy your hair if it won’t grow, you can fix your nose if he says so. You can buy all the make-up that M.A.C. can make, but if you can’t look inside you, find out who am I too, be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty.
I feel pretty, so pretty. I feel pretty, and witty, and bright.
And I pity, any girl who isn't me tonight!


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