domingo, mayo 01, 2011

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.
My outsides are cool , my insides are blue. Every time I think I'm through, It’s because of you.
I've tried different ways but it's all the same. At the end of the day I have myself to blame.
I'm just trippin'
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 mac can make
But if you can’t look inside you, find out who am I to
Be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty