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When your words come to easily for me

to believe and this paint goes on too thinly to peel away

I will find a silver lining sometime

Blur my vision and I'll be fine. And I'll be fine

Burn the pages of the magazines I hate the way they look at me

With every smile and laugh theres something I will always lack

And maybe, just maybe an imperfected me will not be seen.

When your words burn forever in my mind

and those greens and those blues seem too perfect to be true

I will light a fire every time I think to myself

I will be fine, I will be fine.

Burn the pages of the magazines I hate the way they look at me

With every smile and laugh theres something I will always lack

And maybe, just maybe an imperfected me will not be seen.

But I'll go on, yes I will be

and I'll be strong, fortunatley

this beauty's not clear to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to me to

me to me.

Burn the pages of the magazines I hate the way they look at me

With every smile and laugh theres something I will always lack

And maybe just maybe just maybe this beauty will be clearer to me. to me. to me.