It feels impossible to succeed
In this world that just doesn't seem
to understand me
With all this hate just flowing,
It's seeping into the sea!
Surrounded by modern distractions
How can we ever just be,
I'm a slave to beauty
Constantly disappointing the standard,
See, they've played with my mind
Drowning in a sea of marketing teams,
Advertising french fries
In the same line
as a body made to please
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
It feels impossible to succeed
In this world that just doesn't seem
to understand me
With all this hate just flowing,
It's seeping into the sea!
Surrounded by modern distractions
How can we ever just be,
I'm a slave to beauty
Constantly disappointing the standard,
See, they've played with my mind
Drowning in a sea of marketing teams,
Advertising french fries
In the same line
as a body made to please
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