Some of my words, when they're read back to me
Sound like a freshly brewed cup of self-pitty tea
It can be a little uncomfortable
But I understand it's necessary if you can't afford therapy
Speaking my mind can get me into trouble
But I'd rather be a rabble-rousing rebel
Than to be a harmless, pretty little puppet
At the mercy of your whims
People want me to be perfect
But I just don't know how to
How to
I always wanted to be the kind of person who sees the
Beauty in everything, beauty in everything
But lately it seems everybody wants to test me and I,
I'm really struggling
Cause speaking my mind can get me into trouble
But I'd rather be a rabble-rousing rebel
Than to be a harmless, pretty little puppet
At the mercy of your whims
People want me to be perfect
But I just don't know how to, how to
People want me to be perfect
But I just don't know how to
How to
How to
Is it even possible?
Am I photoshopable?
People want me to be perfect
But I just don't know how to, how to
People want me to be perfect
But I just don't know how to
How to
How to
How to
(Beauty in everything, but lately it seems everybody wants to... Blah)