Breaking Bad
I look in the water
And watch it ripple,
I see a monster
So much potential.
If she just wore make up more
And did her hair a little
And used some scar cream
And painted her nails
And lost some weight
And dressed real nice
In pretty little dresses
And awkward black tights
And dumbed herself down
And had a boyfriend or 2
Then maybe she'd fit in
Maybe... Who knew?
But the monster turns around
Walks away from the water.
Because she knows,
She loves her own skin.
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