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Today I looked in the mirror
And I didn’t see me
Yesterday I was a girl
And I disappeared

I don’t recognize myself
I cut my hair
I shattered into pieces
For eternal love

There’s not much left of me
There’s not much left of me
I painted my face
Like the artists do
And I learned to fuck you
Like a poetess

I became submissive for you
There’s not much left of me

Never enough
Always something imperfect
In search of being
The one everyone desires

I’m so tired of trying
But that’s just life

In my twenties, uh-oh
In my twenties

I’m full of doubts
That no one solves
I collect wounds
And my blood boils

If I were thinner
Or a bit prettier
If I were sexy
And less quiet

I could get the courage
To try again
And tell you that
I miss you

But I’m not enough
Always something imperfect
And I’m still trying to be
The one everyone desires

I’m so tired of trying
But that’s just life

In my twenties
In my twenties
What will become of me
When I’m thirty and beyond?