Then, in Who You Are:
Oh, who taught you to hate the way you are? If I were you, there's not a thing I would restart. I love who you are. And I've been guilty of staring at myself, look in the mirror, wish I was somebody else. And why?
Then, in Who You Are:
Oh, who taught you to hate the way you are? If I were you, there's not a thing I would restart. I love who you are. And I've been guilty of staring at myself, look in the mirror, wish I was somebody else. And why?