I can't do it all
I'm not good enough
Six feet under screams, no one seems to hear a thing
My head's about to blow
They tell me all these things
"Do a little dance"
I don't feel like dancing, but I do it anyway
All I want to do is scream, but they can't read my poker face
I'm dancing all alone
But as the days turn into weeks
Now I know the truth
When I look into the mirror
I don't have to be ashamed
And at last I see the light
Who says you're not perfect?
Who says you're not worth it?
Who says you're the only one that's heard it?
It doesn't really matter
We are who we are
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