the tv is rolling, and the music is on
but i'm out the window, and you're lost and gone
birds flying high and the earth's core down low
am i stuck in between? i suppose you don't know...
if i'm anything, anything, nothing at all
you've seen my summer, but you missed the fall
no wings to lift me and no roots reaching down
take a look through me, my skin's a nightgown
you see it, i know, it's a poor disguise
just look for my hand, and grip with your eyes
until you decide where you belong
i'll find who i am, very sure, i'll be strong
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