Not perfect
Not perfect
All those perfect girls,
With their sweet pretty faces,
When I look at me, compared to them,
I can see I’m so damn wasted.
Thought I had my life worked out well,
Ready to leave my massive shell,
Thought I was okay now,
There was a day I was good enough – how?
It’s all in the little things you say;
I don’t even thigh my shoes the right way,
It’s all in my head now, and I can see:
I am not perfect – you are better than me.
Thought I didn’t need your love anymore,
But you confuse me – just like before.
Thought I was healed, I had accepted me,
But it didn’t work out like it had to be.
All those perfect girls,
Perfect bodies, perfect skin,
I don’t even have to look,
To know I am worth nothing.
It’s all in the little things you do,
The only one that’s good enough, is you.
Now it’s all in like it has to be,
I am not perfect – you are better than me.
All those perfect girls,
With their sweet pretty faces,
When I look at me, compared to them,
I can see I’m so damn wasted.
Thought I had my life worked out well,
Ready to leave my massive shell,
Thought I was okay now,
There was a day I was good enough – how?
It’s all in the little things you say;
I don’t even thigh my shoes the right way,
It’s all in my head now, and I can see:
I am not perfect – you are better than me.
Thought I didn’t need your love anymore,
But you confuse me – just like before.
Thought I was healed, I had accepted me,
But it didn’t work out like it had to be.
All those perfect girls,
Perfect bodies, perfect skin,
I don’t even have to look,
To know I am worth nothing.
It’s all in the little things you do,
The only one that’s good enough, is you.
Now it’s all in like it has to be,
I am not perfect – you are better than me.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| RiotGirl888: | Donderdag, mei 19, 2005 23:45 |
| Echt een heel mooi gedicht. Zo herkenbaar. Sterkte. Liefs, |
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| Lijntje: | Maandag, mei 16, 2005 16:53 |
| heel mooi en herkenbaar helaas :( liefs karlijn |
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| MayadeBij: | Maandag, mei 16, 2005 14:06 |
| en dan te bedenken dat er kinderen dertig jaar lang op een vuilnisbelt leven zonder schoenen in een graadje of veertig.. ik probeer mezelf in evenwicht te houden met die beelden of wetenschap - maar eigenlijk roept het alleen maar meer vraagtekens bij me op.. (waar maak ik me eigenlijk druk over - het relativeert in ieder geval een hoop ;) Kus! | |
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| Auteur: BlackSilence | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Sheena | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 16 mei 2005 | ||
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