Uncovered
Don't see the point in make-up
I have faults it can't erase
Who cares if I'm attractive
If I always hide my face
I'll free my insecurities
And risk my reputation
To avoid suffocating
Under this foundation
The concealer is too heavy
My blemishes to small
I think I'll go uncovered
And just reveal my flaws
Behold my imperfections
I am coming clean
You may see that I have defects
But I'll wear them like a queen
What's the point of make-up
If it just weighs you down
And who will see the beauty
If it is hidden under your crown
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