Jacob Morton Presents Something Like Perfect
When I Walk Into A Room I'd Like All Eyes To Stare
Who Wouldn't Like The Gaze
To Know That There's Something There
To Feel Like The Greatest In The Room
Like Walking Past The Fragrance Of A Perfect Perfume
Yet When I Walk Into A Room Gossips Emerge
Snickers Behind The Camera That So Deliberately Try To Be Heard
When I Have The Passion For Fashion I Shut My Mind Blank
But I'm Not A Fool To Feel The Tug Of A Plank
Not Every Room I Walk Into Wants Me There
Apparently My Muscles Do Not Fare
There's A Checklist I Do Not Meet
Instead Editorial They Say Catalog Best Suits Me
Do You Know What It Feels Like To Be Told No
Even When You Have The Resume To Be Told Otherwise
Have You Ever Tried To Push Yourself To The Limit
Trying To Be What They Need On Paper
Hoping That Would Get You In The Room With The Eyes
If You Have Then You Now Know Of Me
You Know The Struggles The Industry Presents
Yet My Passion Still Stands With A Fire Burnt
And The Urge To Be Something Like Perfect
Will Never Stop Until I Know Those Eyes Gave Me The Approval
And That Room Knows Why I'm There
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