Oh, man, where do I start?

Where do I begin?

Ok, Lemme see.

I'm perfect, I'm innocent, I'm far beyond compare

They love me, they cheer me on, Oh, how they always stare.

Ha! Sounds a lot like a fairytale, right?

I'm not perfect; no where near it

People barely make a sound when they see me

I'm far beyong compare but in my own way.

I've been under the knife a couple times

You can see my scar, it's nothing I wanna hide.

Missing two teeth on the side

Man, that doctor broke my disguise.

I would hide behind my smile 24/7 

But now my own smile decieves me  and leaves a story.

I'm a walking testimony, a living, breathing testimony. 

I have nothing to filter

Because if I did, people would actually know who I am.