Perfection
You called me perfect The day I laid myself bare You called me perfect My body lying there You see the folds, the fat, the marks on my skin You call me perfect But you don't see how hard it's been I keep you from the hurt in my brain I keep myself sane The wish to show you grows harder to ignore You called me perfect But I won't be perfect anymore
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