I know your inner demons whisper to you everyday
That you’re never good enough, your smile is fake, you’re not okay
Listen to me screaming over all the lies they’re telling you,
I know the pain you’re suffering, ‘cause where you are now, I’ve been too
Don’t you ever let your measures get too drastic,
Just remember real beauty isn’t made of plastic

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