| They squeezed her through the mold
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| Be a good girl and do as you’re told
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| And now she feels the urge to scream
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| Guess perfection’s not all it’s cracked up to be
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| When all the words are dead
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| And a smile is just uncertain shield
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| When you faith is weak and bruised
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| Hope starts to slowly yield
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| Effort goes up in flames,
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| All that’s left is mere shame,
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| Hate of what I’ve become
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| Effort goes up in flames,
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| Lost inside in the blame,
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| Banned to set myself free
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| Countless hours of scream and shout
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| Wondering what it’s all about
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| Fighting against the conscience’s
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| Taunt laying low from scorning flaunt
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| When all the words are dead
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| And a smile is just uncertain shield
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| When you faith is weak and bruised
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| Hope starts to slowly yield
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| Effort goes up in flames,
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| All that’s left is mere shame,
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| Hate of what I’ve become
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| Effort goes up in flames,
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| Lost inside in the blame,
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| Banned to set myself free
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| Effort goes up in flames,
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| All that’s left is mere shame,
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| Hate of what I’ve become
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| Effort goes up in flames,
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| Lost inside in the blame,
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| Banned to set myself free |