I didn't think one bit
That I would keep my mouth shut,
for the sake of saving it
Fashion would be easy
Style would be a joy
Instead I always question to the point that I annoy
Why isn't it enough?
That I can just look good?
Why do I feel so crazy? and so misunderstood?
So instead I prod you
but I don't wish you to cry
I just want to wake you up,
to feel before you die
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