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As I...
Stare in the mirror I notice my imperfections
And I ponder the reasoning for possibly getting certain injections
I want to appear to be something that doesn't exist
So I shun myself, afraid of all possible rejection
I've always loved music and the thought of taking the chance
But in the presence of other people I hide my face with my hands
And my heart begins to tremble when he starts to come over
And again and again gets put down when asking for a dance
Yes, I'm good at school, and no, most of the time I don't think I'm ugly
And yes I have pride and my future they say will be lovely
But I don't want to be heard, and I don't need to be seen
I want to be just in the background like an unaccredited machine
I... take that back! I do want to be heard!
I do want to stick out from the crowd! Like a rose in the dirt
It's just I'm so afraid
Of rejection, imperfection
I... only want to be PERFECT
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