The battles in myself seems never ending
Slap me on the face
Tell me that I fake the truth, always
'Cause plastic always breaks
There's nothing ideal about being real
There's so many flaws to cover and conceal...
Connect the dots
With my dreams
I know it's hard to saw the seams
Don't hate me for being pretty
Hate yourself 'cause you're not me
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