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What's the point of telling stories
If no-one is around to hear them?

What's the point of being alive
If everyone else is dead?
what is the point?
the only problem with being a girl
is men who think there's a problem
with being a girl
the only problem with being a girl
Don't tell me your name
I don't need to know
I got what I wanted
Don't look so devastated

Don't ask me for my name
I'm never going to tell you
This was just a temporary fix
Don't make it more than what it is

Don't tell me your name
I don't want to know
Thank you for the distraction
Now take your things and go
don't tell me your name
How can I change for you?
I won't even change for me
I don't change for anyone
I'm unchanging
i'm unchanging
when i was ten years old
there were only two genders
there were four channels on my tv
there was no such thing as a selfie
when I was ten years old
the internet was a new invention  
i couldn't see the point of a search engine
instant chat became an addiction
when I was ten years old
there were only two genders
i knew what mine was
i wasn't afraid for the future generations
i wasn't mourning what society has lost
i'm still searching high and low
for the innocence from ten years old
i'm still searching high and low
you are no burden
the only burden ive ever known
are the ones who called you a burden
who made you believe you were alone
you are no burden
you give me passion and purpose
you are not a burden
you are precious
you are precious
you try me on for size
only to realise we never fit
oh, how tragic
we never fit
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