T. jota

Fake perfection

T. jota
I'm not that guy
You see in those wonderful pictures
It's fake
A plastic mistake

Yeah

Beautiful people everywhere
And everybody stop and stare
My mirror tells me I'm not pretty
But some retouch can take me there

It's just fake perfection

When you can't stand look at yourself
You're gonna need that kinda help
The pressure makes arise the tender
And you won't leave without surrender

Stop!
Dance

And now

You look so better
Wearing this sweater
It works like a mask
To cover my stress

Oh my God
I'm a really fucking mess

This virtual beauty
Won't make me pretty
Building an ego
Unreal and silly

But I get bad
Feeling this perfect
Little-human-wreck

There's no beauty here
When it's all so clear
Should I stop the drama?
Maybe kill this karma

Shame on me
For being this crap
It's not my fault
Was born this rest

Don't stop!

Oh, mine

But I can live
With any laugh
That comes from people
Who's got the best

Cause their appearance
Will never last
And my intention
Is not impress

Behind the screen
You're such a queen
But I use my brain
More than you think

People like what people see
That's why there's nothing inside of me

You want a perfect lie
Just liquify
And for more class
Get up my ass

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