Today I put on make-up,
I straightened my hair,
And brushed it 100 times-
Just like people are always telling me to.
My outfit matches
I'm wearing good shoes
My nails are pink, not black.
It's an odd feeling.
I don't know if I like it.
It's different.
And what makes you think
This is all for you?
Am I being too obvious?
I hate the way my
Gut wrenches
When I see you.
It's not fair of you to do this to me!
It's not fair that every smile
Can give me chills
That every touch
Makes me blush.
Put me back the way I was!
Before you bought me ice cream
Before we saw that movie I don't remember
Before I changed myself for you.
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