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I used to think that I was special, like a rose in a bouquet
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Now I'm learning that my prickly thorns might ruin everything
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I thought I was complacent, thought I knew just who I am
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Now I'm deviating, turns and twisting, awol from my plan
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I should've known
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We're characters all reaping what we sew
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What if I'm not enough?
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What if I'm just a bluff?
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What if I'm not anything for anyone besides when things are tough?
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What if I'm just a trick?
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What if I'm just for kicks?
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I can't say I'm not proud of who I am, just contemplating where I stand
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Every morning brings a mourning, from the things that still decay
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But foundation is a castle built on sand that starts to shake
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I wanted to be Winter, but the Sunrise fits my name
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I wanted to be everything I tried to shun away
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I should've known
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As far as seasons go, I'm waiting out the snow
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What if I'm not enough?
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What if I'm just a bluff?
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What if I'm not anything for anyone besides when things are tough?
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What if I'm just a trick?
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I can't say I'm not proud of who I am, just contemplating where I stand
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New horizons, new beginnings
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I won't be my own eclipse
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I can ride the solar flares
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Become my own Mistress
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And as long as we're still playing
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Pay attention, listen close
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I'm still terrified of being
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All the things I hate the most
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What if I'm not enough?
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What if I'm just a bluff?
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What if I'm not anything for anyone besides when things are tough?
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What if I'm just a trick?
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I can't say I'm not proud of who I am, just contemplating where I stand
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Take me back to where we started
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I can't retrace the footsteps buried in the sand
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Guess I know I've just departed
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Made my leap, and now I'm seeing how it goes
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