With all that pixeled vanity in bytes?
With all the thousand changes that you make,
Each time you move the camera or the lights?
Does each click disappoint you more and more?
Does each new picture make you understand
That somewhere in your beauty there's a flaw
And you cannot dismiss it out of hand?
So when you stand there with your camera out
Praying the perfect picture will appear
And when you hold your friends up close and pout
Does it get harder not so show your fear?
'Cause time and time and time again you try,
But every single picture makes you cry.
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