there are so many things i'm doing wrong.
i'm stuck here, in this shell that has hardened too early.
i am convinced i should be spending this time to catch my breath,
so that's what i do,
all these things, all wrong.
i want to be morphed into something amazing,
when this shell breaks,
when my ears pop open again.
on this day, this artificial song will stop repeating.
oh beautiful earth,
i will be born here, i will be dead here,
but everything i do will be so, so right.
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