every part of me working like clockwork. a machine doesn't have to be alluring. the mirror holds no expectations of beauty. and I'm safe in knowing that
No matter what anyone says i know i'm pretty ugly The kind of ugly that's pretty The kind that's so different its hard to call ugly Because it's just not comparable to pretty
I'm in love with the idea of it the idea of someone I pretend that you are the idea That you are what I wish you were But really you're a dream my dream