The morning starts like any otherI find myself in front of the mirrorPicking out my imperfectionsScared the world might seeThe flaws I seeBut should it really matter?Why does it mean so much to me?I wish I could believe in inner beautyI don´t wanna be looked atIf you can´t see past all of my pretty liesThere´s more to this pictureIf you look deeper, you will find meBehind these eyesI´m right here behind these eyesSo green´s the color for the seasonBut will it change the way I´m feeling?Tell me, Mr. MaharishiWhat size is happy?And the stars are getting smallerDisappearing as they fall from graceI keep reading how they stop to getTheir column spaceI don´t wanna be looked atIf you can´t see past all of my pretty liesThere´s more to this pictureIf you look deeper, you will find meBehind these eyesI´m right here behind these eyesI´m right here behind these eyesI´m right here behind these eyesI´m wondering how far I´ll goTo fix myselfAnd I don´t knowWhat will it cost to put me rightWhen I´m not wrong on the inside?I don´t wanna be looked atIf you can´t see past all of my pretty liesThere´s more to this pictureIf you look deeper, you will find meBehind these eyesI don´t wanna be looked atIf you can´t see past all of my pretty liesThere´s more to this pictureIf you look deeper, you will find meBehind these eyesI´m right here behind these eyesI´m right here behind these eyesI´m right here behind these eyes
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