Awaiting for your words of grace
sets my heart to a diffrent pace
maybe when i can hold my chin high
i can stop wondering why
maybe i just try to hard
one day i could learn to smile without the tears
someday i can walk down the street and feel no fear
dont punish yourself for your criticing words of love
someday i could learn to stop
maybe one day i could learn to be beautiful
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