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 fucking perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing, you’re fucking 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 could think of. Chased down all my demons; I’ve seen you do the same. Pretty, pretty please, don’t you ever, ever feel like you’re less than fucking perfect. Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you’re nothing, you’re fucking perfect to me.
Just really feeling this song lately and wanted to post part of it. Liked the image as well. So ta-daaa~!
Stay Classy, Internets.
♡ Kristen
P.S. image is from alshepmcr which is an awesome photostream on flickr
