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By: Samara Jones
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  Sunday
posted on 2005-01-20 11:09 PM
She turns
On the TV in her second-floor apartment.
Switching
The channels, but all she sees is the same.
Wishing
She was different to fit into their image.
Cause she knows
That changing will finally give her a name.

Monday,
She makes up her mind and changes her habits.
First step,
She skips a meal eating two instead of three.
Tuesday,
She takes a look at herself in the mirror.
Praying that
Who she is, is who they want her to be.

(Chorus)

I wish
I could tell her what a fool she is being.
That this
“Perfect” image is doing more harm than good.
Can’t she see?
Her eyes are sad and her smile has faded.
Don’t give in
I know it’s hard, I wish that you just understood.

Thursday,
She skips again, bringing it down from two to one.
Even though,
She feels helpless and that she’s got no choice.
Will it end?
She does not know when enough is just enough,
Will she stop?
She’s too absorbed in this perfectionist voice.

Friday,
She can’t say no to this pressure that she’s feeling,
She has tried,
To be perfect in everyway that she knows.
There are still,
These flawless thoughts in the back of her mind.
It doesn’t end,
It’s sad cause it’s this path that you chose.

(Chorus)

I wish
I could tell her what a fool she is being.
That this
“Perfect” image is doing more harm than good.
Can’t she see?
Her eyes are sad and her smile has faded.
Don’t give in
I know it’s hard, I wish that you just understood.

Sunday,
They gather ‘round with white roses in their hands,
Remembering,
The last time that she was there and had smiled,
They never thought,
It would come to this, no, not in a million years,
Her mom and dad,
Never thought they’d have to bury this child.

(Chorus)

I wish
I could tell her what a fool she is being.
That this
“Perfect” image is doing more harm than good.
Can’t she see?
Her eyes are sad and her smile has faded.
Don’t give in
I know it’s hard, I wish that you just understood.


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