I, too, sing America
The melody is quiet but still passes my lips
I am the elusive ingenue
The restless whisper of a wood nymph
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I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
Young, and more shelled-tered than I care to believe.
Shape-shifting through life...A metamorphosis.
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My heart of glass is so full of you
But it shatters and breaks from the things that you do
'Cause you sang me that song
And it broke me in two
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You study me, like you're seeing me for the first time
So young and delicate, it would be so simple to hurt me
But my mind's so cynical, you forget the girl in me
You concentrate on my hostile eyes
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All beautiful things meet their demise
Flowers in bloom surely will die
Frozen are the wings of the dead butterfly
Because all beautiful things meet their demise
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You could never love me
Not even if you tried
‘Cause everything you based us on
Was made up of your lies
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I feel like I'm walking on the edge
Of 'Yes' and 'I'm not ready yet.'
I don't want to jump
If you won't catch me
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Little one, I have such hopes for you
For all the things that you will do
The things I hadn't gotten to
See and do before I grew
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