Talk about me, screw me. All the hell you do is judge me.
I am beautiful, bounded for a chance to enhance my dream
But why be jealous and have no brain, but it's filled with cream?
Just understand my feelings, they are reaveled in a way,
So I stand today and say:
They told me that I wasn't cute or appealing,
But I gave them a different reaputation about me.
I ask the question why judge me? I never hurt you or destroyed you.
So I want you to know I love you too.
The stress you put me through, I learned to live through my heart.
My soul will always be around you.
Understand that when you see in later...