you tell me i'm beautiful
i wish it didn't matter
wish it didn't matter to you
my skin made of stained glass
and you fall for the hardest tree
blinded by your own deceit
i could be more than that
pretty imperfect won't fill me up
you tell me i'm beautiful
and i wish it didn't matter
wish it didn't matter to me
i'm made of the fabric that close your ideal
no it's not real
reaping the blossoms you grew on my field
and i volunteered
i'm more than a body
i'm more than a body
i'm more than a body
i'm more than a body
i'm more than a body
let me be more than a body
i'm more than a body
hurt
hurt hurt hurt
