My lungs are black,
my heart is pure
My hands are scarred
from nights before
and
my hair is thin
and
falling out of
all the wrong places
I am a little insecure
My eyes are crossed,
but
they're still blue
I bite my nails
and
tell the truth
I go from thin to overweight,
day to day,
I fluctuate
My skin is inked,
but
faded, too
But
She loves me,
She loves me.
Why
the HELL
does SHE LOVE Me?
When
she could have
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anyone else?
Oh,
you love me,
you love me
Why
the HELL
do YOU LOVE Me?
'Cause I don't
even love myself
Baby,
the best part of me
is
you
Lately,
everything's making sense
too
Oh, Baby,
I'm so in love
with
you.
.
Can you?