Your flowers wilting
Your skin is hiding

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Dressed like a sheep
Circum to the must
My sour flesh
My uncomfortable body
My jaw is too big
My insides are sobbing
The mirror is laughing
I must shut it up
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My spine is dirty, rip it out and clean it off
My mind is hurting, point out my flaws and watch me drown
Why do I see myself like this
I'm not invincible, why do I let it strike me down
Why is the sky raining piss
I flexed and it’s cold sore
My bodys a sin

My sour flesh, my uncomfortable body (x3)
My sour flesh, my uncomfortable body
My sour flesh
Oh sour flesh
My sour flesh, my uncomfortable body