You are made of bone and the stinging words from bad conversations
We talk to each other like we will figure out which one is most insecure
and I keep all your backhanded compliments in my back pocket at all times
I gave up my dreams to dream of falling in love with boys who had no clue what I looked like without make up on
I dreamed of filling the void in my soul with the touch of broken lovers
I would sleep like I didn't need to wake up and make something of myself
This is for the high school girls who have yet to know their worth
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