Why must we change to fit society?
Why is that picture of perfect body stuck in our heads?
Why do believe we are not god enough?
Do not believe the things you see. You are perfect in every way
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I used to dream from a windowsill
Of fairies and dragons and sailing the sea.
On the windowsill I could be anything, as long as I just believed
I would soar with Peter Pan so high
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I dream of a world were peace exist.
Where pain and worry can be left behind
A world in which all is well and sadness has no place to dwell
A world where flowers bloom and waters sparkle
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A butterfly and a bumblebee.
One we hate and the other we adore
But why do we judge based on their appearances alone
Does the bee not pollinate the flowers as well
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I was lost and confused
Just getting out of something I knew was never going to happen
I was hurt and damaged
You didn't know this but
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