I can be perfect,
watch me struggle to
change my shape.
Breaking my body to be
the girl who fits into your
arms just right.

It's been done before,
and I bet I can do it better.
After all you said I was
amazing.

Trust me,
I've endured pain before.
This is nothing.
Besides,
what's the point of perfection if
it's easy?


I think a lot of this is lost if you can't read the hand written copy.