Fall 517
Nobody thinks that really, they're being cruel
When they suggest that I should try to look like them
As if gods loved the pretty ones best!
Damn 'em all, I create my own perfection
Damn 'em all, in the face of their rejection
Notice the ones who all like to criticise
Are the ones trying to hide.
Why would I sell my soul to be one of them?
Better to love the me, within, behind, my skin.
Nobody thinks that really, they're being cruel
When they suggest that I should try to look like them
As if gods loved the pretty ones best!
Damn 'em all, I create my own perfection
Damn 'em all, in the face of their rejection
Notice the ones who all like to criticise
Are the ones trying to hide.
Why would I sell my soul to be one of them?
Better to love the me, within, behind, my skin.
Common, Pavi, Fratava
