unstable heart | 1:21 - 1:51
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some girls have a mop of luxuriant hair, not even embarrassed to go to a prom with their fancy dresses and their elaborate masks. there's not one with freckles or a single blemish. diamonds, sapphires and gold intricately sewn in the gowns, all bursting with extravagance. some girls don't have to squeeze in in order to fit, some girls have it easy...and then, there's me.
the cruelty runs through me. all i ever knew was to hate the canvas in which i was born with. me, in the middle of the crowd as the mask falls, all is left is the fabricated elegance i tried to portray. "you carry so much weight," they said. all the taunts and cruel phrases relive in the jiggles as i walk. needle thin wrists, and a thigh gap as big as the confidence i want to achieve. those are the things i dream being because the diamonds, sapphires, and gold in mine are nothing more than rocks.
i keep so much pain from the sharp words they engraved, i grasp my anger and loneliness and hold it in my chest. it's getting heavier. it's true, what they say, i do carry so much weight.
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