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