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Would you like the chance to shatter heaven?
Would you like to be the one who pulls the sky down just for me?
Round and round and round we run, and pretend the sun is all you need
I've never known a moment to be frozen
You're making deals with minutes that will slip away, just slip away
So starve the garden stop the rain-
Winter settles on my petals anyways…anyways
Is your armor thin again
Do I want to wear it down?
Am I worthy to come in?
Do you want to be found?
Nothing into something into nothing
Every rule you break means there's no turning back, no looking back.
The words that I could never say -
The clutter that is in your way is nothing new..nothing new
Is your armor thin again?
Do I want to wear it down?
Am I worthy to come in?
Do you want to be found?
Is your armor thin again?
Do I want to wear it down?
Am I worthy to come in?
Do you want to be found…
Wandering between the girl you search for and the one you leave
And I cannot wait..
Chasing you around the room is tempting
So near and far away from meaning anything to you-
But just remember if you're jumping, I would start my jump off
Running after you..
Is your armor thin again?
Do I want to wear it down?
Am I worthy to come in?
Do you want to be found?
Is your armor thin again?
Do I want to wear it down?
Am I worthy to come in?
Am I worthy to come in?
Am I worthy to come in?
Do you want to be found?
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State of pain like mercury
Hearing pink illusions
Gorgeous at 85, older at 23
I drink the water out of time
I said has anybody seen the whirlpool floating in my mind
I said has anybody seen
This is the low that I could find
I'm on solitary sand and
I've been stepped on by a man
But I've stood taller than I am
In parentheses
Beauty queens are very shy
More than lash than meets your eye
So she jumps then wants to fly
It№s too late now I'm in denial
I'll get medieval on boy-bands
I said is anybody listening
The way life makes the nice girls fast
I said is anybody listening
It isn't just unlucky chance
And I'm on solitary sand
And I've had bullshit from a man
But found exactly who I am
I'll never be the vision of a girl who can write poetry
I'll never be the little black dress we№ve seen on natalie b.
I'll never be 5'10", I'm barely 5'3"
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Am I treading in your flow well maybe I don't want to know that
We are gone before we go and you are upside down
Waiting in the sweet debris to shock you into loving me
I'm not the way I used to be and I am still alive and I am still alive
I am not your pretty thing
I am not your pretty thing
I am not your pretty thing
Your seventeen your prom queen anymore
I might be too good for you
Maybe you can get a clue
I'll never let you salt my wounds
So tell me who's pretty now
I don't know how a creep can sleep
And why your talk is always cheap
And what you're sowing you will reap
And you sure get around
You sure get around
I am not your pretty thing
I am not your pretty thing
I am not your pretty thing
Your seventeen your prom queen
And you can't have the sun as the same time as rain
Can't be wild and then be tame
Cause I just found out you were caught being nasty
With a whole lot to say a whole lot to say
That's insane that's insane that's insane
I am not your pretty thing
I am not your pretty thing
I am not your pretty thing
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I'm so uncertain of what's growing in my head,
That's how it goes when there are ghosts to put to bed.
What does it want from me certificates of certainty?
There must be help around the bend…
Oooh what would I do without you?
What would I do?
Am I it's brother, it's mother and it's son?
Am I the product of everything it's done?
Am I a woman cause I'm scared to be a man?
I'm reaching deep inside with every thing I am…
One by one the voices make their rounds, I can't believe
The monster I have hidden in my mouth
It has to scream…
Oooh what would I do without you?
What would I do?
One by one the voices make their rounds, I can't believe
The monster I have hidden in my mouth it has to scream
All at once I give into it's sound, remembering…
The monster I have hidden in my mouth,
It has to sing, it has to sing, it has to sing…
Did I just have to live the chapter on regrets?
Should I just tell myself it's easy to forget?
I cannot face my pain the same familiar way again
Cause we are more than who we are…
Oooh what would I do without you?
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