It's always
pushing
and pulling
and pushing again
pushing, because,
I'm a scared little girl
I want to be alone and
bear this misery
pulling, because,
I'm also afraid of being
lonely in the dark and
I want to borrow your light
and pushing, again,
because the inconsisency
of my being is what I am
made of
I'm shaking the world around me
to see what falls off
the only one that dissapoints me
is me
and pulling
and pushing again
pushing, because,
I'm a scared little girl
I want to be alone and
bear this misery
pulling, because,
I'm also afraid of being
lonely in the dark and
I want to borrow your light
and pushing, again,
because the inconsisency
of my being is what I am
made of
I'm shaking the world around me
to see what falls off
the only one that dissapoints me
is me
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