Peeling Skin
Peeling skin off of my face
I knew that this was a mistake I’m filled with desire
But lacking the fire
Filled to the brim with failure
Luck’s not in my favor.
Straightening my dress
I know I’m a total mess
I’m drowning here
Pulled by a puppeteer
I can’t escape
Is this my fate?
No I can’t lose
Can’t give in to the abuse
I’m stronger now
I made a vow
I made a promise
I know I’m not flawless.
Let me straighten my dress
I know I can be a mess
But I won’t drown here
I’m my own puppeteer
I won’t escape
Because I make my fate.
Peeling skin off of my face
I know that I’m not a mistake
Im filled with desire
And filled with fire
Emptied of the fear of failure
Luck is in my favor.
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