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too (happy for) perfect


What they say is

(I’m too

             s

             k

             i

             n

             n

             y

I talk too much,

                talk too much,

                             talk too much,

My hair is too RED,

    My eyes aren’t blue enough.

I’m too smart,

        I try too hard,

They say I am looking for PERFECT

            When all I want is happy)

 

Not

 

The girl who is

(sun and storm,

            and faulty and strong.

When I walk sometimes I    s   k   i   p

And sometimes I

                               f

                                a

                                   l            

                                     l

I’m a girl who likes:

            sports,

                        trucks,

                                   engines,

                                                  grease.

I’m a girl who hates:

             pink,

                     dresses,

                                    dancing,

                                                   makeup.

I roll the windows d

                                  o

                                    w                                                       p       LOUD

                                       n         and turn the radio         u

I serenade the wind, stars, sky)

Inside of me.

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