| My friends always tell me I get carried away
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| Sometimes I spit when I talk cuz I have so much to say
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| They don’t seem to hear me but I guess it’s ok
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| It’s not their fault my minds working overtime with no pay
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| They always say the same things and it’s starting to get old
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| That my head can’t get sick
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| It can’t catch a cold
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| I scratch and I pick
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| My insecurities poke
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| My fears, my anxiety, a voice that provokes
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| Take a walk, clear your head, breathe in count to ten
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| Cuz on the first page of life written in red
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| You’ll never make it here if you don’t learn how to bend
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| Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to, little girl
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| Someday you will find your place in the world
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| But ladies don’t get dirty
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| Someday you’ll learn to fill the empty space
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| With empty faith
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| Everyday feels like a battle and I always get hurt
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| I was frequently told violence was never the answer
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| But life doesn’t abide by the rules of a child
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| I don’t know how to fight only taught how to surrender
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| There’s a certain kind of darkness that does a reaping
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| It usually takes you right before you are sleeping
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| Is it the crack in the door that it finds a way to creep in?
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| Or the crack in your brain that wants you to drop dead
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| I don’t remember what it’s like to see with clear vision
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| I awake every morning like the dead has arisen
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| I don’t have to think this body of mine is a prison
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| You don’t control me I just gotta find the light switch
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| But the more that I look the further I get
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| You’re the only thing about me that needs to be fixed
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| Cuz on the first page of life written in fine print
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| Stop looking for light, live it instead
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| Don’t speak unless you’re spoken to, little girl
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| Someday you will find your place in the world
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| But ladies don’t get dirty
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| Someday you’ll learn to fill the empty space
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| With empty faith
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| My mind is a mess but I love it none the less
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| They tell me to hush but my words are all that’s left
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| So on the last page of life written in gold
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| Don’t waste it always doing what you’re told |