I'm not a perfect girl, my hair doesn't always stay in place I have scars on my body and bumps on my face I eat all the wrong foods and don't always make my bed And the things people say may sometiems go to my head
I laugh a bit too loud and talk a bit too much I'm constantly making mistakes but hell, life is rough I have a lot of probelms, that I don't know how to solve And my friends always find a way to get themselves involved
I yell and I scream and I shout when I'm mad I cry myself to sleep all the nights that I'm sad I make stupid jokes only me and my friends get And spend my spare time trying to forget
All the mean things that people say and do Having a conversation in my head, wondering if it's true
They stand in line awaitingmyfall But confidentlyIarise with my flaws and all
Your imperfections aren't detrimental, don't let yourself think that they are or anyone else for that matter ...