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A picture perfect scene, is exactly what I dreamed
I imagined the world was all stitched at the seams
I've seen - imperfections - as I stepped in
any direction - that needed correctin
tell me - why am I judged by my style?
I breathe the same air - and walk the same miles...
so who gives a damn about life no more...
should I hold on to my faith - with the pedal to the floor?
some days I look up in the sky and I ask why
but the clouds pass by - I never get a reply
tell me - how can you judge me by the way I dress?
why not more importantly - the words I express?
well - just how deep does the rabbit hole go?
You gotta live life - or you'll never really know
so day by day I survive - Imma keep tryin
like a bird in the sky - Imma keep flyin
