from wanted to worthless she didn't ask for this they wanted a princess she wanted the crown
they said they loved me they said i was wanted please if you please she was Pretty in pink
now she's broken and beaten and tossed to the side America's golden girl, wasted with pride
sometimes you win and sometimes you lose so defines life you don't get to choose
she painted her face with colors of the sky got called a disgrace whenever she walked by
Flowers can change as flowers grow people can do it too I didn't mean to leave you
they said they loved me they said i was wanted please if you please can i be Pretty without pink?
the world is trying to beat you, to throw you aside, but you've made it so far hold your head up with pride
happy pride month losers! yes. i am still active. sometimes. not often. this is from a song im writing! i took out a few of the choruses bc the ratio of chorus:verse needs to be fixed and i think it makes more sense as a poem this way? idk lmk what you think <3
I'll give you 10 days To show me the 9 signs And to hear the 8 letters coming from your lips... The 7 days will help you to have some clue For the 6 signs that can make my dreams come true, But for me 5 days is enough— 4 you to know my worth And to say the 3 words that can build our own earth.... That only 2 souls with mutual feelings can live, But in the day 1 you decline it and leave
We are born on our own And we die but not our souls We meet new people and old fouls Wasting energy on every thing that makes our hearts boil The art of peer pressure giving us every reason to dream But the infertility of youth is the death of us Chasing new inspiration from old ideas And following lost role models just to find a purpose Wasted energy.. Infertile is the land we work and gloomy are the roses that sprout Too many times we get lost trying to find ourselves. Then get depressed over fans and followers Because we seek to imitate more than we desire to dream
Why do you try so hard to be different, why don't you try to be yourself....? Why do you have so many role models you privately admire as your idols, but still convince you to love yourself...? Who are you really and are your dreams real or just a subconscious illusion you've made your reality...?