Beauty only goes so far
and when you get hurt, it leaves a scar
words hurt and cut into your skin like knives
while your waiting for everything to arrive
you wont cave in, not just yet
your eyes are ready to stop getting wet
your going to get what you deserve, what you want to own
sitting outside in summer, eating a chocolate dipped icecream cone
What I think everyone is, is nothing for me to judge
and if theres someone who likes hurting me, I learned not to hold a grudge
because even if they disapprove of what i do, what I feel
I make the choices, the mistakes, and the deals
Am I right? I choose to breathe, I choose to drown
I choose if I like blue eyes or brown
and I choose if I want to date or hate
I choose to agree or disagree on a date
Nothings big, nothings small
I live with what I have, I cant have it all
~ Nom ~
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