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Every atom of me, Is an atom of you. Perfectly reflecting What it is to be alive. Every second I hold, I give to you, To use up on what You truly desire.
Once upon a time, There was a fangirl as crazy as can be. Every time the 9 o'clock chime, She would sit in front of the TV. Her feels were let out, By quarter to ten. Crying, not knowing what about.
I'm sorry sometimes, For the way I fuck up. I'm sorry that I'm a crime, I'm sorry that I said my opinion out loud, That, honest, is who I am, That I'm shy in front of a crowd. I'm sorry I'm not sorry.
When I look down, At my pink skin, I manage a frown, I hate the body I'm in. I avoid the reflection, At all cost, Every section, I hate the most.
So again its my fault now. What the baloney. Was I being a cow. I shouted at you, Because I couldn't take no more. What the hell, mum. You've made my feelings sore.
On a warm July night, On a beach of green and blue, There was a sight, One being made from two. Two people so silly in love, Lay down on salty sand And looked at the orange above.
A pretty young woman, Born without sin. Growing up thinking she can, Live the society she's in. A pretty young lady, Not looking her best, Is told by society She needs to wear a low cut vest.
The lonely road, Is one less travelled, One less beaten, One less unravelled. And the trees sing, A sad woeful song, From seeing few people Come along.