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Isaac Dunbar

Body

 

Body


I'm hard to read
All of my pages are out of reach
Buried away in ancient Greece
A language nobody knows
Let me breathe
Everyone's begging for a piece
They say I'm made how I should be
But why can't I let that show?

You don't know what I'm thinking
Can you wait here and listen
I don't want to depreciate all of the pretty ways
You talk me down
But I still turn away

'Cause you know how I feel about my body
All the ripples and tears
I am sorry for pooping the party
But let me rain on my own parade
Why can't I see me in the way that they all do?
When I'm looking in the mirror
Why can't he tell me I'm pretty
And it's in my head
(It's in my head)

I'm prone to hurt
All of my pounds are in the dirt
All that I see is years of girth
And hours of misery
And I'm bound to break
Tugging away upon my braids
Watering all my dead bouquets
Can only last for a week

You don't know what I'm thinking
Can you wait here and listen
I don't want to depreciate all of the pretty ways
You talk me down
But I still turn away

'Cause you know how I feel about my body
All the ripples and tears
I am sorry for pooping the party
But let me rain on my own parade
Why can't I see me in the way that they all do?
When I'm looking in the mirror
Why can't he tell me I'm pretty
And it's in my head
(It's in my head)

You don't know what I'm thinking
I just wish that they'd listen
I just want to appreciate all of the pretty things
Without having to turn away

'Cause you know how I feel about my body
All the ripples and tears
I am sorry for pooping the party
But let me rain on my own parade
Why can't I see me in the way that they all do?
When I'm looking in the mirror
Why can't he tell me I'm pretty
And it's in my head
(It's in my head)

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