Finding beauty within the ashes is much more than camera flashes
I must find the fire and burn the past
To make an image that I know will last
I need a story to bring about
Changes in what I'm all about
I have to have a history
A mystery behind
My fucked up mind
The things I love, I know you'll hate
You'd rather have control of my fate
But to hell if I'll give up control
Of the only thing I have control of
And let you make me another golden child
One that isn't crazy and is never wild
So screw your opinion if it doesn't match mine
Or at least a version of mine in my mind
Because honestly, boy, my soul is mine
My life is mine
My body, mine
Not yours.
So I'll burn down my current self
And emerge as someone else
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