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THE HARSHEST CRITIC
I can't tell if I hate my face
Or if I've just looked too closely at it
My face
Its shape
My body
My weight
The racing thoughts
Of an amphetamine addict
Or if I've just looked too closely at it
My face
Its shape
My body
My weight
The racing thoughts
Of an amphetamine addict
I can rarely stand it - to look in the mirror
Because every time that I do
I get caught in a thought loop
I'm unable to break through
And I can't find a kind word to say
The low blows that I go to
The tactless brutal review
What mercy I have-I show not to man
Because every time that I do
I get caught in a thought loop
I'm unable to break through
And I can't find a kind word to say
The low blows that I go to
The tactless brutal review
What mercy I have-I show not to man
I don't often care now- what others think
I highly doubt what they think is of me
It's my own approval I seek
A soft smile or kind wink
But- She
Is the harshest critic
Unmoved and cruel hearted
Never misses her target
A violent arrow that punctures the chest
I highly doubt what they think is of me
It's my own approval I seek
A soft smile or kind wink
But- She
Is the harshest critic
Unmoved and cruel hearted
Never misses her target
A violent arrow that punctures the chest
I thought time would heal me
But now I can feel myself aging
And I worry the hurt just grows too
Like a cancer within me
It preys 'til it kills me
My home
Shattered glass that I threw the stones to
But now I can feel myself aging
And I worry the hurt just grows too
Like a cancer within me
It preys 'til it kills me
My home
Shattered glass that I threw the stones to