The pocket in my heart is full of demons just for me. If I never let them out then I will never be free.
You are good and you are beautiful. You are happy and you're true. How could I ever think that there is better than you.
I've been looking up and down and out, I've been holding all the hands. Now I want to shed my skin and start again.
I was born in the air and I've been reaching for the ground, never knowing that I was facing upside down.
(I want music for this)
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