You
You-
Yes, you.
Do ya know whatcha do
Preventing me from spreadin’ my wings?
I’m not a Barbie girl
In this material world
I don’t follow no false kings.
But these mad boys
Bad boys
Leave me feeling like a toy
To destroy
Hate
And manipulate.
Am I worth it
Imperfect
Should I come as I may
Is this all meant to be?
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