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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