I don't like the bump in my nose.
I wasn't born with it,
I acquired it.
I don't like the bump in my nose.
I think it's gotta go
To save my very soul.
I want to see my nose on my face
and not my father's nose on my face
when I look into the mirror.
I want to see my reflection looking back
of the girl I should of been
instead of the woman I turned out to be...
(C) MMM Art, Inc., 2008
(See, this is what happens when I spend too much time sequestered in the bathroom.)
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