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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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