Peace(s)
Just let me die in peace(s)
I have given up on excuses.
I look in the mirror everyday,
And no one knows more than me what I have to face.
I don't see a person staring back,
I see flaws, holes, and fat.
I see the subtle looks,
That scream volumes.
I get the 'helpful tips' on how to improve,
But I have too much shit to deal with to put them all to use.
If we are God's playdough,
Then I was the last bits with the dried up crumbs,
Played with a bit, but ultimitely thrown out.
So yea, I do have a lot to work on,
But I don't have the strength,
I don't have the money,
And I don't have the fucking will.
So just let me be,
And be happy with who you see in your magic mirror.
I have given up on excuses.
I look in the mirror everyday,
And no one knows more than me what I have to face.
I don't see a person staring back,
I see flaws, holes, and fat.
I see the subtle looks,
That scream volumes.
I get the 'helpful tips' on how to improve,
But I have too much shit to deal with to put them all to use.
If we are God's playdough,
Then I was the last bits with the dried up crumbs,
Played with a bit, but ultimitely thrown out.
So yea, I do have a lot to work on,
But I don't have the strength,
I don't have the money,
And I don't have the fucking will.
So just let me be,
And be happy with who you see in your magic mirror.


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