"Binge watching those dreams, which is a facade of bogus, it seems
Patriarchal pressure on teens, it's an achievement to be mean
Hypothetical events proving me wrong, I sing that succeeding song
My hands open, floor disappears, where to move, I don't care

Tears priced like diamond stones, keep it to yourself till it gets lost
My issues addressed like protests, I leave those dwells and move to next
I'm self-singing that succeeding song, though it's hard to carry on
I'll keep moving forward, one step at a time, till I find where I belong"


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