I wasn't made to be beautiful,
I was made to fill in the role of my mothers weeping daughter.
And I can't help but wish upon my favorite star for a prettier visage.
I'm starting to feel like a doll made from my mothers scrap fabrics.
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Scrap fabrics
I wasn't made to be beautiful,
I was made to fill in the role of my mothers weeping daughter.
And I can't help but wish upon my favorite star for a prettier visage.
I'm starting to feel like a doll made from my mothers scrap fabrics.