Sorry
Paralysed by a facade of perfectness
I walk the town with upturned pink stained lips and Fluttering mascara eyes
I’m sorry that’s not who I really am
I’m sorry that you didn’t get what you bargained for
Paralysed by a facade of perfectness
I walk the town with upturned pink stained lips and Fluttering mascara eyes
I’m sorry that’s not who I really am
I’m sorry that you didn’t get what you bargained for
