every morning when i
get out
of bed all i can
think is*
how
ugly i
am
`*__________and how i'll never be good
enough.
you
tell me i was too good f o r y o
u
but
i
think
we
both
know,
that's
bullshit.
the
way you would hold me, kiss me, say my
name.
i t s - i r r e p l a c e a
b l e.
notmyfade.
