My name's not Cinderella,
I don't need to be saved.
I don't have a wicked step mom,
My father's not away.
...
I sit in my room
Still thinking of you.
In my heart there's a storm
That I cannot see through.
...
Of all the things
There are to be
I think I'd rather
Be a tree
...
Darkness is bliss
so soft and so sweet.
the light makes you see
what lies at your feet.
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Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you,
and drugs cause you cramp;
...
There's little in taking or giving,
There's little in water or wine;
This living, this living, this living
Was never a project of mine.
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