Conceited (If You Only Knew)
I stand before the
mirror
Consumed by this image
Enticed by my shape
Enthralled with my legs
Enchanted and in love
With what God has
bestowed
Some say I am conceited
But I'm really not
...
Okay, maybe a little
*kanye shrug*
But, am I really to
blame?
Can you really find
fault
With the fact that I
refuse to stand here
In war with glass
And list and point out
All my flaws
All the things I wish I
could change about myself
My hair that never looks
right
My belly that can never
hide
My skin that can never
be clear
And start this endless
trend
Of self-hatred that
slaps Him in the face
That makes me feel
like...
Nothing...
Nothing that I ever want
to feel again
But no one is perfect
And I do get caught up
Lost in reflection
Drowning in those damned
thoughts
Of feeling worthless and
stuff
Then I smile
Cause I have a beautiful
smile
And nice eyes
Can't forget about my
awesome boobs
And my great...
Yea, I am conceited
But so what?
(Who's gonna check me,
boo?)
I was born this way
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