Songtexte

I'm hard to read All of my pages are out of reach Buried away in ancient Greece A language nobody knows Let me breathe Everyone's begging for a piece They say I'm made how I should be But why can't I let that show? You don't know what I'm thinking Can you wait here and listen I don't want to depreciate all of the pretty ways You talk me down But I still turn away 'Cause you know how I feel about my body All the ripples and tears I am sorry for pooping the party But let me rain on my own parade Why can't I see me in the way that they all do? When I'm looking in the mirror Why can't he tell me I'm pretty And it's in my head (It's in my head) I'm prone to hurt All of my pounds are in the dirt All that I see is years of girth And hours of misery And I'm bound to break Tugging away upon my braids Watering all my dead bouquets Can only last for a week You don't know what I'm thinking Can you wait here and listen I don't want to depreciate all of the pretty ways You talk me down But I still turn away 'Cause you know how I feel about my body All the ripples and tears I am sorry for pooping the party But let me rain on my own parade Why can't I see me in the way that they all do? When I'm looking in the mirror Why can't he tell me I'm pretty And it's in my head (It's in my head) You don't know what I'm thinking I just wish that they'd listen I just want to appreciate all of the pretty things Without having to turn away 'Cause you know how I feel about my body All the ripples and tears I am sorry for pooping the party But let me rain on my own parade Why can't I see me in the way that they all do? When I'm looking in the mirror Why can't he tell me I'm pretty And it's in my head (It's in my head)
Writer(s): Rory Adams, Isaac Dunbar Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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