
Mess
Society constantly says you're a mess
Spending every day, every minute trying to be pretty
People pushing you to be perfect
It's almost drowned you many times
Driving you to the edge
Is outer beauty what really drives the universe?
Sunlight breaking through the clouds
Going out without a care in the world
Wondering what's the hype about beauty?
Fuck it
You feel damn great with that hair in a world-wind
Clothes that fit where you want
Nothing is more beautiful than being you
Turning heads left and right
Shinning so fucking bright
A super nova in action
You're mess and proud of it