Bruises.

I guess I really don't know these bruises at all.
I say they're of flaws, but they think different.
I keep denying but they won't stop. Won't stop disagreeing.
They say I'm pretty, but if I was, wouldn't I see it? Ayeeee.

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If I asked, would you let me break all the mirrors?
Would you let me smash them with all my might?
Could I break them without hurting my bruises?
I hope not. I hope not, because I like the pain.

They tell me I should think positive.
Do they really think it's that easy?
What do they want from me?
To cut it into my arms?

I try to breathe through my tears.
They ask me why I'm crying.
Understand me. Catch up with me. Get the right news.

{Chorus}
I like the pain-aye-aye-ayen.

See I tell ya. What do you want me to say?
Lie & say I think I'm pretty? Well it doesn't work that way.
We're all beautiful, it seems. I want to be confident,
but it's not that easy. I really wish it was.

{Chorus}
I like the pain. {x5}

Guess I like my bruises. I love my bruises. {fade out}