When your words come too easily for me to believe
And this paint goes on too thinly to peel away.
I will find a silver lining sometime.
Blur my vision and I´ll be fine.
And I´ll be fine

Burn the pages of the magazines,
I hate the way they look at me.
With every smile and laugh, there´s something I will always lack.
And maybe,
just maybe,
an imperfected me will not be seen.

When your words burn forever in my mind
And those greens and those blues seem too perfect to be true,
I will light a fire every time I think to myself,
I will be fine,
I will be fine.

Burn the pages of the magazines,
I hate the way they look at me.
With every smile and every laugh theres something I will always lack.
And maybe
Just maybe
An imperfected me will not be seen.

But I´ll go on,
Yes I will be,
And I´ll be strong,
fortunately this.. This beauty´s not clear
to me to me to me,
to me to me to me,
to me to me to me,
to me to me to me.

Burn the pages of the magazines
I hate the way they look at me,
With every smile and every laugh theres something
I will always lack.

Burn the pages.. Burn the pages.. Burn the pages..
(Burn the pages of the magazines, I hate the way they look at me, With every smile and every laugh theres something
I will always lack.)

And maybe, just maybe,
Just maybe this beauty will be clearer to me.
To me... To me...