Perfect In Your Own Way. Why does a bathroom stall feel like a safe place, when my tears fall down my face? You just stare and say hey for a while. But you don't know what's behind this smile. When the ceiling falls down on me, and I have to crawl out just to stand on my knees. Some judge and say she is spoiled, But they should know their hearts are soiled. Sticks and stones may hurt my bones, But words hurt worse when you're alone. I hit the wall with a slam, Then I remembered it's all part of God's plan. God is my father And I can't believe any farther Is judging a crime Because it has passed the line. I am here to say, Everyone is perfect in their own way .
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