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Perfectly Imperfect
I'm perfect-
Perfectly Imperfect
I know I have flaws
The mirrior shows them all
I have scars
It just shows I've come so far
I'm not skinny
But who wants to be Miss Mini?
I'll never be Homecoming Queen
I've never been one for the popular scene
I wear too much black
And I don't put on a act
I stand for what I believe in
Most people will never like the music I'm singin
I'm a rocker
I don't play soccer
I don't follow modern trends
Who wants to blend in?
My hair is messy
I'm too sassy for my parents tastes
I wear my converse until their worn
I like my jeans torn
Music saved my life
It's the only way I survive
I laugh to loud
I never want to be just a face in the crowd
I'll raise my glass
And can kick ass
My make-up
Gets screwed up
I'm not a model from a magizine
I'll never rule the fashion scence
I don't fear the dark
I doubt some boy will ever have my heart
I've been broken
I'd rather read than hear things spoken
I blare my music way to loud
I don't follow the crowd
I'm mellow
I'd rather hang with my fellows
I am young
Still making mistakes
But I'm letting go of my hate
I am
Just me
Perfectly Imperfect
Perfectly Imperfect
I know I have flaws
The mirrior shows them all
I have scars
It just shows I've come so far
I'm not skinny
But who wants to be Miss Mini?
I'll never be Homecoming Queen
I've never been one for the popular scene
I wear too much black
And I don't put on a act
I stand for what I believe in
Most people will never like the music I'm singin
I'm a rocker
I don't play soccer
I don't follow modern trends
Who wants to blend in?
My hair is messy
I'm too sassy for my parents tastes
I wear my converse until their worn
I like my jeans torn
Music saved my life
It's the only way I survive
I laugh to loud
I never want to be just a face in the crowd
I'll raise my glass
And can kick ass
My make-up
Gets screwed up
I'm not a model from a magizine
I'll never rule the fashion scence
I don't fear the dark
I doubt some boy will ever have my heart
I've been broken
I'd rather read than hear things spoken
I blare my music way to loud
I don't follow the crowd
I'm mellow
I'd rather hang with my fellows
I am young
Still making mistakes
But I'm letting go of my hate
I am
Just me
Perfectly Imperfect
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