Tired
Of all the pimples on my face
I smile
But I still don’t look nice no

there’s so much from where I need to be
I've given up on creams, on all treatments
All I want, all I need
Is some face

There's a mole
right on my face
It's so bold
Slowly killing me

gossip
Eating at the face of me
my “friends”
Trusting all the creams they praise

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growing ever so quickly
So much from where I should be
No hands reaching out for me
Help me, help me

Something's grown
I can feel it
It's all moles
I'm so sick of this

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