domingo, 26 de abril de 2020

Memoria musical del Miedo y asco en Las Vegas


I watch as my big dreams walk behind me
They trick, they scheme, they tease
Felt like as a young girl
I barely knew exactly what I wanna be
What I wanna be, what I wanna be, what I wanna be
And as the real world comes to its feet
To shake my hand, to greet with calmness and eloquence
Never tire 'til I'm in distress
What I'm supposed to be, what I try to be
What I thought I'd be, what I'll never be
May as well just be me
All I wanted
Was a need to be wanted
The thoughts refined into the night
My mind prepares for flight (not forgotten)
With fearlessness and confidence
I dream myself above the rest
I'm not supposed to be what I shouldn't be
What I couldn't be, when we try to be
May as well just be me

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