Good people are capable
Of doing bad things
I think I’m one of them
Nice places can be mistakable
When lights are dimmed
Just like my own head
I can’t answer your prayers
If all the people I know
Gathered in one room
I don’t think they’d recognise me
I’m a friend, a lover, a daughter
and many more to bloom
But it’s so hard to coexist
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And fate sits right behind your shoulder
Time never waits for those who linger
What happens when life’s in my hands
But I have butterfingers?
I can’t answer your prayers
We’re all made of layers
Can’t tell if it’s day or night
If it’s wrong or right
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