Verse 1:
Level headed girl knows what she wants,
Messed-up boy who can't confront,
All the feelings, locked away,
Yet I feel obliged to stay.
Chorus:
I cannot hear, I cannot stare,
I'm surrounded by fools who seem to care.
I'll bite my lip and make a stand;
To rise above and scour the land.
Verse 2:
I walk with them to feel the same,
I stand in line to play the game,
I will not yield, I won't concede,
And anyway, what is to feel?
Verse 3:
We will not raise our voices loud,
It will not make our parents proud,
And if today, we learned to fly,
Would it make the angels cry?
Outtro Chorus:
I cannot hear, I cannot stare,
I'm surrounded by fools who seem to care.
I'll scratch and rip and break my hand,
Then rise above (and) devour the land.
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