Confidence don't come in a bottle;

Could never be a model

I am not, I am not beautiful

Like you

Like you

Confidence might come in baggies;

People can't stand me,

I don't fit in

I am not, I am not beautiful

Like you

I am drifting

I am shifting

I am lifting

Wide awake and

I am sinking

I am thinking

Way too much. . .

Pretty is as

Pretty does and

Pretty is as

Pretty was

“She was, she was...”

Pretty is as

Pretty does and

Pretty is she

“Is she, is she...?”

Me

Confidence coming in waves,

I used to be brave,

Praying that someone could save me—

I am

I am

I am.

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