When your words Come too easily for me to believe And this paint goes on too thinly To peel away I will find A silver lining sometime Blur my vision And I'll be fine And I'll be fine...
From the pages of the magazines I hate the way they look at me With every smile and every laugh There's something I will always lack And maybe, just maybe I'm imperfect to me And I'll be seen
When your words Run forever in my mind And those greens And those blues Seem too perfect to true I will light a fire every time I think to myself I will be fine I will be fine
From the pages of the magazines I hate the way they look at me With every smile and every laugh There's something I will always lack And maybe, just maybe I'm imperfect to me And I'll be seen
And I'll go home I will be And I'll be strong for showing me
This beauty is not clear to me This beauty is not clear to me To me, to me, to me... To me, to me, to me...
From the pages of the magazines I hate the way they look at me With every smile and every laugh There's something I will always lack And maybe, just maybe I'm imperfect to me And I'll be seen
From the pages of the magazines I hate the way they look at me With every smile and every laugh There's something I will always lack And maybe, just maybe This beauty will be clearer to me To me, to me, to me...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
