people tell me things, things i dont believe.. things that are impossible for me accept.
i look into the mirror to search for it and try to understand. but i cant.
you tell me its enough, that im fine the way i am, that ive done so much already,..
what do you know?
everything, it seems.. except how i feel about myself.
just let me worry about me.
i know ive done alot, and im proud..but let me keep on going..
ill tell you when its enough for me. ill tell you when i feel fine the way i am.
no matter what you tell me, its the voice in my head that im going to believe.
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i dont want you, but i want you to want me. |