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I am not the marginal kind of girl
Who you can push off into the corner once you’ve had your fill
The kind of girl you string up by the wayside
Because you think it is funny to make girls cry
But the marginal girls deserve more as well
It’s not their fault the world has taught them not to be brave
What we deserve is a world without people like you
A world where we no longer need to hide
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And you say dandelion girl, don’t fly away
But it doesn’t matter to me. Your words are just empty space
So laugh all you want, flyaway boy
One day, you’ll have to come back down to earth
You end up alone
With your god in the dark
All because
Of your spun sugar heart
And it is easy to love by candlelight
When you wish for a protector from the monsters
But dawn strips away your shadow romance
Rusting the armor of your delusion
Still, there is a chance for something beautiful
When all your loves lie bleeding
Remember who you are in the solitude and the stillness
And maybe then you will have a chance to be happy
Let’s pretend we live in a beautiful world
Where people mean it when they smile
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You are someone who does not know the sound of longing
I do not love the sun
So much as I fear the stars
There is poetry in the gap between us
Maybe one day, it will be a beautiful story
Once we have unraveled it into something meaningful
And look back with the hazy gold gaze of nostalgia
Maybe then it will not be the quiet sort of tragedy
Where things die without notice or fanfare
Maybe then it can be the song it was destined to be
Instead of a tale told in what-ifs
