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if i shot myself in the head, would you call me pretty? could i be beautiful with a bullet through my brain? does this shade of blood match my eyes? does this act of kindness end our ties? bitter sweet beauty and selfish reflecting images make me feel so hollow. this song cant change the mirror and that one skipped meal cant change my figure. so ill just give up. ive tried so hard, but i cant take any more nails to the wrists staking me to the cross of perfection. im a slave to your perfection.i cant bear this title any more. are these scars the right size? do these tears accentuate my eyes? and can this jealousy change your mind? can my envy make you feel sorry enough to just stop talking? lovely images of those goregous enough to surround you flutter in my dreams. i want to be them. notice the lack of like in that line. i need to be them. and i will look so seductive in blood and bullet dust, my darling.