Cover Of a Magazine

On the cover of a magazine

Standing in a line,
I was feeling just fine
I was having a good day,
I thought i was okay
The magazine stand that was
Were it began

I started to wonder what
I have to offer,
Could i ever measure up to this,
Could i ever be good enough
This is a game
That i could never win,

I can see through those pages
It's all just lights
And makeup
So i'll just be who i am,

You'll never see any imperfections on
The cover of a magazine, (cover of a magazine)
All the scars, are painted over on
The cover of a magazine (cover of a magazine)
I just wanna live a
Life that's real and that's not
What i see staring back at me
(staring back at me)
On the cover of, the cover of a magazine
On the cover of a magazine

Start to feel like i'm kind of a mess
I start to lose track of what really matters
All the pictures running through my head
Tell's me i'm nothing,
If i'm not like them
They say i'll never measure up
To this, they say i'll never be good enough
I won't listen cause i know it isn't true
(i know it isn't true)

I can see through those pages
It's all just lights
And makeup
So i'll just be who i am,

You'll never see any imperfections on
The cover of a magazine, (cover of a magazine)
All the scars, are painted over on
The cover of a magazine (cover of a magazine)
I just wanna live a
Life that's real and that's not
What i see staring back at me
(staring back at me)
On the cover of, the cover of a magazine

Cause at the end of the day
All those magazine's get thrown
Away, i wanna be more
Than paper thin, cause
Everything that matters
Is underneath my skin,

On the cover of a magazine

You'll never see any imperfections on
The cover of a magazine, (cover of a magazine)
All the scars, are painted over on
The cover of a magazine (cover of a magazine)
I just wanna live a
Life that's real and that's not
What i see staring back at me
(staring back at me)
On the cover of, the cover of a magazine