i have complete organs
yet i still wish to stand on somebody else's feet
i have the warmest blanket
yet i still wish to wake up on somebody else's bed
i have beautiful eyes
yet i still wish to see the world
in somebody else's pupil
i have a beautiful voice
yet i still wish to scream in somebody else's pitch
this is the world
this is the reality
social media
they taught us to love ourselves
but then make fun of our insecurities
it's like telling a flower it's beautiful
and then decided to pick it
and leave it turning brown on the ground
why does it always has to be this way?
Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 10:39 PM UTC
i have complete organs
yet i still wish to stand on somebody else's feet
i have the warmest blanket
yet i still wish to wake up on somebody else's bed
i have beautiful eyes
yet i still wish to see the world
in somebody else's pupil
i have a beautiful voice
yet i still wish to scream in somebody else's pitch
this is the world
this is the reality
social media
they taught us to love ourselves
but then make fun of our insecurities
it's like telling a flower it's beautiful
and then decided to pick it
and leave it turning brown on the ground
why does it always has to be this way?
