To Tell


I wish I could tie you up in my shoes, make you feel unpretty too. I was told I was wonderful, but what does that mean to you?
Look into the mirror who's inside there. The one with the messy hair.
Same old me again today.


My outsides are 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'

You can buy your hair if it won't grow. You can fix your nose if you says so.
You can buy all the make-up that M.A.C. can make.
But if you can't look inside you?
Find out who am I to be in a position to make me feel so damn unpretty.


(i.f.p. + u.p. - g.)