
Letter To Myself midwxst
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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I know you hate how you look
And I know you're sad at the fact that nobody came and signed your brand new year book
And when you tried to open up you couldn't phrase it right now, you feel overlooked
No I've been in your shoes and I promise that it's gonna get better
But just understand there's gonna be a storm before the weather (Weather)
[Chorus]
Today I know you'll love yourself
And find out what's good for your self
Yеs there'll be timеs where you feel like you're walking through hell
But just understand, you will get better, you will feel well
[Verse 2]
I know that you feel like a bad son
And when you go to school, don't feel welcome
'Cause you feel so stupid, feel so dumb
Surrounded by people who make fun
Of you 'cause of the way that you dress
The words you mutter under your breath
The way that you fiddle your hands
'Cause you miss the touch of your own aunt
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
I know you hate how you look
And I know you're sad at the fact that nobody came and signed your brand new year book
And when you tried to open up you couldn't phrase it right now, you feel overlooked
No I've been in your shoes and I promise that it's gonna get better
But just understand there's gonna be a storm before the weather (Weather)
[Chorus]
Today I know you'll love yourself
And find out what's good for your self
Yеs there'll be timеs where you feel like you're walking through hell
But just understand, you will get better, you will feel well
[Verse 2]
I know that you feel like a bad son
And when you go to school, don't feel welcome
'Cause you feel so stupid, feel so dumb
Surrounded by people who make fun
Of you 'cause of the way that you dress
The words you mutter under your breath
The way that you fiddle your hands
'Cause you miss the touch of your own aunt
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