Made a wrong turn, once or twice

Dug my way out, blood and fire
Bad decisions, that's alright

Welcome to my silly life

Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss 'No way, it's all good', it didn't slow me down

Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
Look, I'm still around

Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing
Se acabo la pavada, a pelear se ha dicho.
You're f*ckin' perfect to me!


You're so mean, when you talk about yourself, you were wrong
Change the voices in your head, make them like you instead
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it!
Filled with so much hatred...such a tired game
It's enough! I've done all I can think of
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same
 
Oh, pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel

Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
Pretty pretty please, if you ever ever feel like you're nothing
You're f*ckin' perfect to me

The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in line, and we try try try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere
They dont like my jeans, they don't get my hair
Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time

Why do we do that? Why do I do that?

Why do I do that..?

Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby..!
Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect
You're perfect, you're perfect!


Pretty pretty please, don't you ever ever feel
Like you're less than f*ckin' perfect

Pretty please, if you ever feel like you're nothing
You are perfect to me....

2 comentarios:

  1. Esa cancion es taaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan linda!!!
    Nena...mil gracias x todos tus comentarios y tu apoyo, no sabes lo mxo ke te aprecio y x lo del corte, no te bajonees, mira ke si ami se me ve feo, no significa ke a ti tmbn...Anda!!! date un cambio si en verdad lo kieres =)

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que por mis hombros resbalan,
enredadas en mi cabello,
pero no se caen si no que se quedan
en mi pies pegadas,
impidiendo que que me mueva,
que avanze, que salte o que frite.

Son ideas que lastiman, que queman,
pero no puedo vivir sin ellas,
aunque ellas no me dejan vivir.