Testo
How come it's so easy
To love something when it's not
On my body?
I could find the beauty in anything
Oh, I could do it for a hobby
But not when it comes to me, you know
Not when it comes to me, you know
Not when it comes to me, you know
For me, it's a chore
Not when it comes to me, you know
Not when it comes to me, you know
When it comes to me, I've got no one
During a time of rest, I dig up fear
I try and dissect the girl in the mirror
Picking apart everything
Every line that I sing
Every move that I make
Oh, I love imperfect days
Not when it comes to me, you know
Not when it comes to me, you know
Not when it comes to me, you know
For me, it's a chore
Not when it comes to me, you know
Not when it comes to me, you know
When it comes to me, I've got no one
