Kill the Intellectuals - Perfect | Текст песни

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• Kill the Intellectuals
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sometimes people say I'm perfect
and it makes me want to die
I think they don't know how I stay up at night
and cry and cry
over dumb ass things
I think they don't know me
in real life
Sometimes people say I'm beautiful but I barely believe them
it makes me feel so useless to not be able to properly accept it
all I see is this pale individual staring back at me
with a few freckles too
I collect garbage and use it for useless art projects
I don't always brush my teeth before going to sleep
I trim my nails with scissors
I'm a gateway drug
I'll pick up bobby pins from the floor and stick them in my hair to hold myself together
sometimes when I'm sitting on the bus afterschool I think about the concept of time and how it never ends
and never stops to help you back up
it never stopped to help me learn how to properly tie my shoes
sometimes people say im perfect