You’re going to break your own heart,
Telling yourself all of those lies,
That you aren’t good enough,
Pretty enough,
Smart enough,
Unloveable,
Too thin,
Too thick,
That your smile doesn’t sparkle,
That your soul doesn’t gleam.
What do you tell yourself in your head?
Are you filled with flowers or are you filled with dust?
You are going to break your own heart,
Believing the lies you’ve made up.
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