How her heart bleeds for his
But she wants to fly alone
Must to know that she can stand on her own
Ugliness and the mockery of apathy swirl in her head
And she wants out; she wants to be free
More than him, even more than greatness after she is dead
Cut her life’s string; let her swim in this blissful trance
Let her dream of his imaginary dance
She can’t ever be good enough
Not for him or the words
Both of them make her life
Look at greatness, my child
See it so close to your fingers outstretched
But don’t come any closer or it will flee, fast and wild
How her heart bleeds to have everything it could want so
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