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lirik lagu isotretinoin – pootie

why did it happen to me instead of them?
why did i let it control me?
if pain is in the eye of the beholder
why did i let it ruin me?
i had the option to embrace faults
but it’s hard when people don’t see you for who you are
they only see you for the color of your skin
i’ve been discriminated, i’ve been inundated
after a while, i chose to be isolated
it was easier that way
to avoid their stares
i took the road over like a shy legionnare
but that wasn’t the only thing causing my refrain
mixtures of anxiety and pusillanimity rattled my brain
my heart goes out to anyone who’s ever felt the pain
i’ve learned perspective and empathy
two things that could change the world
if only they mattered, in a world so disturbed

i often look back on those years with fright at midnight
with a heart that tightens up by the reflection of a phone light
i had fears that it’d never go away
and i’d always be alone
no advice could convince me to accept it and let go
hate is taught, and beauty is an opinion
so how can something natural be considered disgusting?
for years i felt ashamed
because others couldn’t deal with my skin
i’m sure mr. success doesn’t remember laughing in my face
calling me petty names, and excluding me from things
they threw trash, stole milk, stepped in my sp*ce
and ignorantly recommended washing my face
convenience store prescriptions did nothing for me
but they couldn’t understand no matter how hard i preached
those years were supposed to be a learning period
but all i learned was how to be castrated
i cried when my own father screamed at me
for having something that i couldn’t control
so blame genetics, blame society’s views
you’re all just a bunch of worthless beauty tools
it’s not about technique
it’s not about routine
when you’re ridiculed for existing

i’m not asking for pity
they have the right to hate
we promote a flawless world
with no room for mistakes
and i think there’s something about it
that you’ll never understand
while you’re kissing your boyfriend
and holding his hand
if it comes back
it’d be nothing new
sometimes there’s nothing you can do
those years are gone, and i can never get them back
i’m a survivor, though i’ve been cracked
i choose to learn from the past
b*tt of a wit. scars to prove it

- pootie

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