Perfectionism a disease it eats me up and makes me bleed internally my mind is on repeat "notgoodenoughnotgoodenoughnotgoodenough" from top to toe to inside my soul my body aches, I want to scream, cause it eats me up Perfectionism
they say my heart is cold frozen solid made of stone they say i keep it safe locked away like it's enslaved
and i said it too.
but then i found Your heat and by Your touch, my heart was liquified into a puddle of pure devotion. and i found that You have got the key to unlock even the strongest emotions, the ones that i thought i didn't possess. once You opened the gates, i knew that i was no longer in control. my frozen heart is in the warmth of Your palms and my wrapped-up love is starting to unfold.
Mirror, mirror on the wall why is she not the fairest of them all? Mirror, mirror why can't she see the image of the person she wants to be? Mirror, mirror if she closes her eyes then, will you stop telling her lies? Mirror, mirror set her free and let her know; she's just as she should be.
But mirror, I know, it's not your fault that I'm the victim of my own mental assault.