Nothing is perfect

But at least it doesn’t kill you

Hollow promises for perfection

I wish I could see all the expressions you pretend with

Without wanting to notice that as you have less pounds you have less to sell

At least it doesn’t kill you

And you have shirts sometimes now

Nothing is better

Everything is the same

Nothing is better

It wasn’t perfect to begin with

So good luck

What I want what I need

Isn’t killing you

Devorce for less

It wasn’t perfect to start

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