I want to get this pierced.
I want to get this tattooed
I want to dye my hair this color.
I don't know about you, but I like the way I was born.
I don't plan on getting any tattoos, or piercings, and even if I had hair to dye I wouldn't do it.
I like myself.
My nerdy, stuttering, left handed, awkward, self.
And guess what.
I like you too.
And chances are, if you're reading this you're a good friend of mine, and I don't like you for your piercing. I don't like you for your fancy hair color. I like you for you.
I ain't gonna wear the clothes that you like
I'm fine and dandy with the me inside,
One look in the mirror and I'm tickled pink,
I don't give a hoot about what you think.
I like Weezer.
But not as much as I like myself.
And no where near as I much as I like all of you.
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