Flawed Beautiful Creatures - Stacy Barthe

Sometimes we’re insecure

We’re fragile sometimes

We laugh at each other

To make ourselves feel better

Sometimes we lie

Sometimes we say things

That we really don’t mean

But in the moment

Seem like the thing to do We’re all flawed beautiful people

We’re all flawed beautiful creatures

We’re all flawed beautiful people

We’re all flawed beautiful creatures

Is it a crime if a man kills

To protect his own from harm’s way?

Who are we to judge anyway?

What would you have done

If the gun was in your hands

Your feet were in his shoes?

Guess you’ll never know what you won’t do Cause in the moment

Might seem like the thing to do We’re all flawed beautiful people

We’re all flawed beautiful creatures

We’re all flawed beautiful people

We’re all flawed beautiful creatures

Sometimes

We gotta lose it to find it We gotta lose sometimes

We win

We live then why we gotta die?

Oh why, why?

We’re all flawed beautiful people

We’re all flawed beautiful creatures

We’re all flawed beautiful people

We’re all flawed beautiful creatures