What if I squeezed myself into any shape
And I still don't fit
What if I bend myself so much that I break
And I can't mend it
What if I burned so bright that the fire goes out
And I can't stay lit
What's the point in it
I could get good at crying crocodile tears
Just to get along
I could carry on telling you what you want to hear
Till my voice is gone
But if I finally get to the place that I think is home
And I don't belong
What's the point in it
Where's the benefit
When I'm gaining all but I'm losing it
It's not worth having
If it's too much to hold
It can dig so deep
That you're left with a hole
Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold
Don't wanna end up like pirate bones
What I thought was precious just a pile of stones
I might have the treasure but I'd be lying alone
Just a pile of pirate bones
If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having
If it's something I stole it ain't worth having
What if I stake everything I am on a dream
And it's counterfeit
If I reach the end that justifies the means
Could I live with it
And if it's true that having too much of any good thing
Can only make me sick
What's the point in it
Where's the benefit
When I'm gaining all but I'm losing it
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