Dec 2013
they're all liars
calling me perfect
it's all lies
I see right through them
so I'll scratch
and claw
and cut at my skin
to prove I'm worthless
maybe then
they'll see how I feel
calling me perfect
it's all lies
I see right through them
so I'll scratch
and claw
and cut at my skin
to prove I'm worthless
maybe then
they'll see how I feel
(Utah)
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