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I'm like a flower encased in its shell,
quiet, shy and closed off from the world,
Waiting for the sun to shine,
A chance to be the real me,
I'm like a flower encased in its shell,
Lost in the wind,
Waiting to be found,
Silently swaying not making a sound,
I'm like a flower encased in its shell,
Inside are the secrets I may never tell,
I'm like a flower encased in its shell,
Maybe one day I'll learn to trust,
My shell will fall and hit the ground,
And I'll blossom,
Because I will have been found.
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
Do you ever get a little bit tired of life
Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die
Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive
'Cause you gotta survive
I agree, the comparison you made and the message here is lovely.
If clarity's in death, then why won't this die?
Years of tearing down our banners, you and I
Living for the thrill of hitting you where it hurts Give me back my girlhood, it was mine first