ihellou

A matroyshka. Do you know what that is? It's those wooden Russian dolls That look like girls. You take the top off, and-- There's another one! Smaller this time, but the same girl. Take the top off of that one, and-- Wouldn't you know it? Another one! And it keeps going, the girls get smaller and smaller, Until you reach the last one, Which is so small, You can barely see it in the palm of your hand. That's a matroyshka. Sometimes, I imagine myself as my own matroyshka. Only, you don't take the top off to make me smaller. You have to tell me I'm not pretty enough. You have to tell me I can't do it. You have to fade my dream