Piling Up

Saturday blues—who knew the jazz was so uso when I get so stressed out.
I remembered my friend telling me that if a guy tells you to change your hair or whatever ((unless it’s a politely exclaimed suggestion)), should be ignored.
Great. In texting you never know if it’s a joke or an insult.
Although a joke can be an insult—–
Hm…well, anyways. My insides are blue.

TLC – Unpretty

I wish could’ve tied you up in my shoes
Make you feel unpretty too
I was told I was beautiful
But what does that mean to you
Look into the mirror who’s inside there
The one with the long hair
Same old me again today (yeah)

My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But it’s all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I’m just trippin’

Chorus:

You can buy your hair if it won’t grow
You can fix your nose if he says so
You can buy all the make up
That MAC can make
But if you can’t look inside you
Find out who am I to
Be in the position to make me feel
So damn unpretty
I’ll make you feel unpretty too

Never insecure until I met you
Now I’m bein’ stupid
I used to be so cute to me
Just a little bit skinny
Why do I look to all these things
To keep you happy
Maybe get rid of you
And then I’ll get back to me (hey)

My outsides look cool
My insides are blue
Everytime I think I’m through
It’s because of you
I’ve tried different ways
But it’s all the same
At the end of the day
I have myself to blame
I’m just trippin’

Chorus x 2

Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh (oh)
Oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh (oh)

Chorus x 2

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