Give me those lights, give me their burn
Give me the squeak of my shoes on the court
Give me the nerves, give me the skill
Set me the ball and give me the ****
Give me the gym, fill it with screams
Let me forget I was ever beneath
Give me the talent, please let it bloom
Give me the skill to dominate the room
Give me all I need, please help me fly
And let my hands touch that far-away sky
And if my wings burn, set them aflame
Let me fall and hear them scream my name
Jul 25, 2025
Jul 25, 2025 at 4:28 PM UTC
Give me those lights, give me their burn
Give me the squeak of my shoes on the court
Give me the nerves, give me the skill
Set me the ball and give me the ****
Give me the gym, fill it with screams
Let me forget I was ever beneath
Give me the talent, please let it bloom
Give me the skill to dominate the room
Give me all I need, please help me fly
And let my hands touch that far-away sky
And if my wings burn, set them aflame
Let me fall and hear them scream my name
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