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Perfect Picture


Smile on my face with my head held high

Always loved my face and my powerful stride

Struggling to keep a good faith, but most only see my pride

Learning how to accept life with a gracious smile

And the entire time all you see a picture perfect girl

Who think she is free, do you really know?

Do you really understand? Nah, you dont know

I'm the girl who sits in the room

Behind the closed doors, losing part of her dreams

Crying away her soul, forced to live thinking she cant have a try

All you see is a picture perfect girl happy as day

No one will never know she struggle

She know she is the perfect imperfect  

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