ok well

ok well Natalie
you're little miss perfect
and I can't take it one more bit

I love you to death
you're sweet as can be
and that's what makes you perfecter than me

ok well
your thighs don't touch
your cheeks don't need blush

you're beautiful
your face, your hair, your smile
and you're skinny and perfect and everyone loves you for more than just a while

you're smart and classy
elegant, graceful, all I want to be
but you're not my role model, you're who I envy

ok well Natalie
don't think I'm not okay
even though I'm not

you can sing my soul to sleep
and your voice can kill the hungriest hurricane
but no one feels the way I do, and when I see you I feel love. and pain.

miss perfect please let me feel okay
let me feel like I'm worth something
instead of making me weak at the knees when you open your mouth to sing

it's just jealousy you see
nothing less, maybe more?
never hate, I swear, but do you see that blood on the floor?

ok well that's mine
I never wanted you to know
because cutting only makes one imperfectness grow

ok well that's it for today
if only I could say it to your face
just one more thing I lack
bringing the old pudgy stupid imperfect me back