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Sunday, May 22, 2011

h a n a ♥ a b o u t p e r f e c t

 hana perfect ?
 the answers is NO 

 i am not good in studying 
 always fails st mathematics ,science and account 
 hate this times of subject 

 i am not good in sport 
 always the last one , always feel so ashamed 

 i am not good to be a good daughter 
 always shouted with my mother 
 am i a human ?
 
 i am not good to be a good sister or granddaughter 
 always beat my younger brother , because he was to naughty 
 always shouting , angry with my brother 
 always hate that my granmother always scolded me 
 i am not perfect like your other grandchildren 

 i not PERFECT like you 
 hana is a girl was always coming with many troubled 
 not like you human 

 and i love this song " FUCKIN' PERFECT "

Made a wrong turn, once or twice. 
Dug my way out, blood and fire. 
Bad decisions, that's alright. 
Welcome to my silly life. 
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood. 
Miss 'No way, it's all good', it didn't slow me down. 
Mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated. 
Look, I'm still around. 

Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel 
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect. 
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, 
You're fuckin' perfect to me 

You're so mean when you talk about yourself; you were wrong. 
Change the voices in your head; make them like you instead. 
So complicated, look happy, you'll make it 
Filled with so much hatred, such a tired game. 
It's enough; I've done all I can think of. 
Chased down all my demons, I've seen you do the same. 

Woah ohh, pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel 
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect. 
Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing, 

You're fuckin' perfect to me. 

The whole world's scared so I swallow the fear. 
The only thing I should be drinking is an ice cold beer. 
So cool in line, and we try try try, but we try too hard and it's a waste of my time. 
Done looking for the critics, cause they're everywhere. 
They dont like my jeans; they don't get my hair. 
Exchange ourselves, and we do it all the time. 
Why do we do that? Why do I do that? 

Why do I do that? 

Yeah, oh, oh baby, pretty baby 
Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel 
Like you're less than fuckin' perfect. 
Pretty,pretty please, if you ever, ever feel 
Like you're nothing, you're fuckin' perfect to me, yeahhh. 
You're perfect, you're perfect 
Ohh pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel 
Like you're nothin' you're fuckin' perfect to me.

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