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So call me dumb, that's your choice.
There's more to life than pleasing boys.
Call me pretty, like I'm the only one.
Why even say that when making fun?
Life isn't black and white,
it's a rainbow of ideas,
imaginary lines,
and made up lies.
There's not only one wrong.
There's not only one right.
Don't be stuck in only one line of sight.
This is the reason why people fight.
'Cause we can't see eye to eye,
so let's just agree to disagree
and move on with our lives.
You say you have the facts.
Well baby listen up:
just 'cause 2+2 equals four
doesn't mean there isn't more.
There might be more.
I'm not a child, that's your call.
I'm not immature at all.
You don't know me.
That's not fair.
So please excuse me while I don't care.
Life isn't black and white,
it's a rainbow of ideas,
imaginary lines,
and made up lies.
There's not only one wrong.
There's not only one right.
Don't be stuck in only one line of sight.
This is the reason why people fight.
'Cause we can't see eye to eye,
so let's just agree to disagree
and move on with our lives.
Look around and you'll see.
You don't get what I mean.
Same sky, different stars...
Might as well be lightyears apart.
Separate lives, distant minds, lost time.
I'll survive it's not the end
of the world and you're not the sun.
Sorry, I don't revolve around you.
I'm done trying, I've got nothing to prove
so I'll relax, kick off my shoes,
all is to gain nothing to lose.
There's not only one wrong.
There's not only one right.
Don't be stuck in only one line of sight.
This is the reason why people fight.
'Cause we can't see eye to eye,
so let's just agree to disagree
and move on with our lives.
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2. |
Me vs Me
06:00
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Bored, alone, lonely, sad.
Empty, lost, searching, mad.
Fat, poor, boring, sore.
I am, I was, I will, I can.
Not yet. Someday.
Today? Tomorrow.
Somehow, some way,
I'll mask this sorrow.
Away from here.
Gone, I won't borrow.
I'll lie, I'll hide, I'll shed a tear.
I'm a fucked up masterpiece.
I'm a hopeless human being.
I'm the best liar when it comes to me.
I just pretend to know who I'm being.
This is who I am. Can you handle this?
This is where I stand.
I’ll never be someone else.
I’m just being honest.
I'll shake, I'll sob. I'll drown my fears.
I'm strong but weak. So real but fake.
Scared, depressed, anxious, nervous.
Jealous, protective, obsessive, possessed.
Broken mess. Scattered pieces.
Wondering thoughts that I'm missing.
Clouded mind, can't make decisions.
Wanna fast forward time to when I'm winning.
Trying but I can't stop this spinning.
Frantically starting over.
Inch by inch, getting closer.
I'll lie, I'll hide, I'll shed a tear.
I'm a fucked up masterpiece.
I'm a hopeless human being.
I'm the best liar when it comes to me.
I just pretend to know who I'm being.
This is who I am. Can you handle this?
This is where I stand.
I’ll never be someone else.
I’m just being honest.
There's so much I want to be.
So I'm everyone plus me.
I’m everyone.
There's so much I want to be.
So I'm everyone plus me.
I’m everyone.
I’m everyone except me.
Do you see me? Do you hear me?
Do you know me, do you understand?
Can you relate, take my hand,
and lead the way to the other side?
Show me what it's like on the other side.
Show me what it's like.
This is why I sing. This is why I write.
This is who I am. This is why I'm quiet.
This is why I fight it.
'Cause once it's ignited
it's hard to put out that fire.
Then I won't be singing from the choir.
Alive, I'm here, alone, not sad.
Fulfilled, found, but I'm still mad.
Loved, rich, I'll try some more.
I am, I was, I will, I can.
Right now, today, again I'll follow.
Sometime I'll fly; I'll fight this sorrow.
Right here I'll stay until tomorrow...
I'll lie, I'll hide, I'll shed a tear.
I'm a fucked up masterpiece.
I'm a hopeless human being.
I'm the best liar when it comes to me.
I just pretend to know who I'm being.
This is who I am. Can you handle this?
This is where I stand.
I’ll never be someone else.
I’m just being honest.
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Shallow
05:06
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It's cool not to care.
If you feel something don't
let them know it's there.
They just wanna feel good.
Forget doing what you should.
Through their eyes you're either
too much or not enough.
Maybe they'll care,
but not when you need them to.
The world loves shallow people
‘cause they don't know how to swim.
The world loves the fakes,
that's who takes the win.
The world loves shallow people
‘cause they don't wanna drown in the deep.
The world loves the fakes,
that's who they like to keep.
But wait, let me speak!
Cause a riptide!
Head dive right into the current.
Pull them out to sea. Capsize.
Sink right in and let the waters rise.
Who we are is not who we wanna be
and if we are then we're not who we think we are.
I saw your soul today.
I swooped in and picked it up,
all the pieces that needed mending,
all the parts you thought were hated,
I'm here to tell you it's not true.
Every bit of every lie and
heartbreak you've accompanied,
every place that tears have flooded,
I love them. I love them to pieces,
darling, it's okay.
We can try to be real and
remember how to feel.
We can live off-script.
Rewrite the end.
Try to convince them that they
can still see underwater.
All they have to do is close their mouths.
Take a breath, it's not a threat!
Come on down, you won't drown!
Trust me now! Trust me now, you won't drown!
The world loves shallow people
‘cause they don't know how to swim.
The world loves the fakes,
that's who takes the win.
The world loves shallow people
‘cause they don't wanna drown in the deep.
The world loves the fakes,
that's who they like to keep.
I saw your soul today.
I swooped in and picked it up,
all the pieces that needed mending,
all the parts you thought were hated,
I'm here to tell you it's not true.
Every bit of every lie and
heartbreak you've accompanied,
every place that tears have flooded,
I love them. I love them to pieces,
darling, it's okay. It’s okay.
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Butterflies
06:09
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I don't know why I get like this...
Worried, anxious, so jealous,
sick to my stomach, frozen in my mind.
But these aren't butterflies.
Never the good kind.
Distractions are key,
just gotta move my own feet.
Keep on going!
No one can stop me, I'm free,
so alive, as happy as can be!
Yeah right! I wish.
All I wanna do is leave.
I don't wanna have to scream.
I don't want myself to bleed.
It's not worth my efforts.
It's a waste of my time,
when all of my feelings upon you rely.
Do you love me? Wanna keep me?
Do you need me? Still want me,
or is this all a lie? Oh
‘Cause I don't know how to tell... Oh no.
I don't know how to tell.
Is there somebody else?
I don't know how to tell!
I don't know how you put me under this spell.
I shouldn't have to fight this hard.
Why do you ignore me?
You tell me it's okay, I “don't gotta worry.”
I know that they say happiness
shouldn't depend on someone else.
But other souls will grab a hold over your heart.
Like it or not they'll tear it apart.
Don't know what to say...
Don't know what to sing...
So I'll say these words
to fill in the space:
what comes to mind to pass the time.
I hope it's alright that every line rhymes.
I'm over your lies.
Just look at my eyes.
It's no surprise you're taking sides.
I shouldn't have tried. I know your type.
I see past that disguise.
Discontent, unsatisfied,
tired of settling and compromise.
Do this instead: give up on trying.
Dying, dying. I feel like I'm dying.
My heart is aching.
All I feel like is crying.
Tired, tired, just tired of it all.
I’m wired, wired for a different call.
This isn't living; I'm not alive.
I'm not happy with this kind of life.
Lately all it comes down to is strife.
How can I be happy when I feel like
I'm being stabbed with a knife?
I don't know how to tell.
Is there somebody else?
I don't know how to tell!
I don't know how you put me under this spell.
Paralyzed, traumatized, torn up by fear,
terrified, aching eyes swollen by tears.
Longing sighs. Petty lies from all I hold dear.
Unsatisfied (paralyzed), compromise (traumatized),
do this instead (torn up by fear).
Paralyzed by fear (terrified), by hurt,
by something unfound (aching eyes swollen
by tears), we don't know the reason why.
Stuck (longing sighs) on the ground
(petty lies) 'cause these butterflies
won't let us fly away (from all I hold dear).
Stuck (unsatisfied) on the ground (compromise)
‘cause these butterflies won’t let us fly away
(do this instead).
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5. |
Lavender Love
04:09
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I'm not a picture in your frame.
I'm not a piece in your game.
I want to paint my own way.
I want my own rules to play.
You don't appreciate me now,
so don't pretend like you ever did then.
This is the end, for my own life to begin.
You always make me feel ashamed:
if I'm perfect, if I'm not, it doesn't change
that I'm not good enough for you.
Roller coaster, going faster!
Rolling thunder, what a wonder!
The time just goes so fast.
Where have my hours passed?
No more “one last chance.”
Just here and now and
hope forever comes together.
I'm living on the bottom of the world,
living on the bottom of the world.
Spinning. Twirling. Turning. Falling.
Living on the bottom of the world:
spinning, twirling, turning, falling.
A fighting girl,
I know the power is held in my hands.
I know the hour of change is near.
So I'm holding on one last breath...
Holding on one last breath...
Holding on!
Your lavender love isn't enough!
It used to bring me peace;
now it's my disease.
Your velvet touch isn't much.
I'm longing for the day you won't be my mistake.
I await the night to escape the light.
Searching for the key,
the missing puzzle piece.
Where's the remedy?
I'm falling to my knees.
I await the night to escape the light.
Searching for the key,
the missing puzzle piece.
Begging won't you please
take back this suffering?
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