i like people with pretty face
i hate rooms with hateful spaces
you'll discriminate my multi races
i think i'm a beauty
looking in the mirror, i'm lost
i couldn't know myself less
i'll find my eyes in your photographs
for in it i'll find myself the best
i'd like to think i'm an inspiration
inspired by all the difference
but my thoughts there everywhere
and this poem made no sense
i like people with pretty face
i hate rooms with hateful spaces
you'll discriminate my multi races
i think i'm a beauty
looking in the mirror, i'm lost
i couldn't know myself less
i'll find my eyes in your photographs
for in it i'll find myself the best
i'd like to think i'm an inspiration
inspired by all the difference
but my thoughts there everywhere
and this poem made no sense
i like to sing in starlight.
cozy up in the blankets of sky.
look down on you and laugh.
i am the moon.
i am the moon.
i am the moon.
and thousands upon thousands of people think i'm beautiful.
but i couldn't care less.
and i'm just whoever wherever whenever i want to be
and i'm just asking you to dancing along when i sing
so i can dance with you as you sing along
and it's all a blur when your caught on the floor wearing american apparel and you think your cool
i dont think your cool
i dont think at all
thats why i got caught in this crazy scene
with a pill in the glass but no, now its empty
used. abused. hardly amused.
doesn't seem to long when you look back sixteen years and see that you've contributed nothing to this world besides helping the economy by buying makeup to pretty yourself up for no one.
i'm so so sorry because i was so so late
opening up my eager eyes, i feel like ms. brightside