He said it best, How can I compete
And trap words on a page
When you refuse to be caught in such a way
And your beauty as winning as it is, Defies my sight
When the view to your own self, does more to tantalize
We all wanna be, we all wanna help
We see a chance at our redemption
We only wanna be, we only wanna help
We see a chance at our redemption
In your favour and your cares
Its been the worst, I think for you
Between that rock and the firmness you’ve caught yourself in
And the teacher and your own child, Darken your eyes
With the possibilities that only seem to reach
And not to take
When chance you never seem to fear, we look to you as to a hope
That lightness must not always suffer fate
And yet we hold you down
With worries and with doubt
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