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letra de to the tone of carob - triple o

(verse 1)

lighter skin with the fire within
the online superstar that’s shooting
the flash of camera’s leaving her blind
look in the mirror, but she never minds
another mind that’s overwhelmed by the pressures of feeling beautiful
dark and lovely, but the lovely not apparent
daddy lighter, so she blames the other parent
appearing – now disappearing you see her fearing
sharing nothing with no one
cause no one listens, – and no one cares
and so she feels with her feelings
bleaching and bleeding – not even
what god made equally – the fear it supersedes
successfully setting in – settling with sentences
life behind remel, a rebel without a cause
flaws, spotting many so the contour
is the essence of her demeanor
left crying down on the floor
and if we wanna keep it short, looking at the source
look at the superstar she adores

(bridge)

thoughts won’t let up
tattooed on my heart, it won’t give up
this is like the worst love letter
i – wanna see these days get better (better)…
_ i don’t have the looks to say that i’m good enough
when it feels this way i start giving up

(chorus)

black berry oh so sweet
but the blacker the berry’s becoming bitter to me
falling deeper into all the lies
and it hurts sometimes
but i’ll be alright
dear colored skin

(verse 2)

i’m nothing like beyonce, (wait)
i’m ashamed i’m a darker shade, (great)
and like the bluest eye, _ the hate that is deep inside
for something i can’t deny (for god’s sake)
though i wanna change, they validate me
but no we are not the same; different in every way
way, way, way
i just wanna be beautiful
the death of self-esteem;
buried alive – k!lling the mind
they hear this and may be touched, but won’t be moved
so i pay to be fine
crushed by the world and those who look to pity me
the same eyes that look down to see
and play a role in the demoralizing of who i be
either way, i still blame me

(bridge)

thoughts won’t let up
tattooed on my heart, it won’t give up
this is like the worst love letter
i – wanna see these days get better (better)…
i don’t have the looks to say that i’m good enough
when it feels this way i start giving up, oh
i wanna see clear like the way you see me

(chorus)

black berry oh so sweet
but the blacker the berry’s becoming bitter to me
falling deeper into all the lies
and it hurts sometimes
but i’ll be alright
dear coloured skin, coloured skin

(verse 3)

scrolling down the insta and saw her mister
had been tapping pictures
giving his heart to other…-inhale- – that’s the rage speaking
breathe in
i’m nothing like her
did he like her?
i don’t like her
ten to eleven deleting the app
two packets of paracetamol, ten in a pack
looking to score, a bakers dozen may do it in fact
some baking powder with the power, a punch it could pack
she’d been planning this for a little while now
a note written from her mother’s child
to the woman responsible for her baby’s skin
but the baby failed to see that was a great thing
plucking up the courage
forever sleeping every pain away
closing my eyes to the lies life brings
one, two, three…

- triple o

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