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"Oh, but had the artisan who made me Created me instead – a worthy woman Today I would be wise and insightful We would weave, my friends and I And in the moonlight spin our yarn And tell our stories to one another from dusk till midnight We'd tell of the events of our day Silly things, matters of no consequence But also I would grow very wise from the spinning And I would say, 'How lucky am I' to know how to make linen How to comb wool, and weave lace; to design cup-like buds Open flowers, cherubim, palm trees, and all sorts of other fine things Colorful embroideries and furrow-like stitches." You don't see me the way I see you You don't see me the way I see you, girl I'm long gone, I'm long gone I wish we could die (And hold me one time) I'm long gone Raised alone, I lay at night Wishing I could start again Thinking 'Why'd I have to lie?' Fall in love with a girlfriend There will be no more first times Fuck, I ruined most of them I can't even hope to cry Feelings for another friend I dream every day that I could go back (No one made a time machine) Tell the girl to 'kiss the girl' so I could have that memory (One day it'll be a burning memory) Pick up the phone, Haylie You're no longer alone, Haylie You've got some friends to see you (Help you) bleed But you've got some real ones, real people Kiss that girl as a girl, babe Take that boy to prom, the one you like, baby I need to go back, I wanna experience teenage dreams (It's not-It's not happening, it's not f-) (Why don't you call me pretty?) (Why don't you call me pretty?) (Why don't you ever kiss me?) (I doubt you'd even miss me) (Please, just call me pretty) (One time, just call me pretty) (She looks at me so different) (Maybe I'm the issue) (Grow up, grow, grow out of it) (Need love, need trust or I'm out of here) (Send some, send some reefer down here) (I'm gone, I'm gone to the stratosphere) Why don't you call me pretty? Why don't you call me pretty? Why don't you ever kiss me? I doubt you'd even miss me Please, just call me pretty One time, just call me pretty She looks at me so different Maybe I'm the issue Grow up, grow, grow out of it Need love, need trust or I'm out of here Send some, send some reefer down here I'm gone, I'm gone to the stratosphere ("This life sounds so wonderful") ("There must be some reason it's out of reach") ("There must be something") ("Skipping to the end now:") "What shall I say? Why cry or be bitter? If my father in heaven has decreed upon me And has maimed me with an immutable deformity Then I do not wish to remove it The sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure And for which no comfort can be found So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground Since I have learned from our tradition That we bless both, the good and the bitter I will bless in a voice hushed and weak Blessed are you YHVH who has not made me a woman" I missed the Barbies and the dresses and the hems of the skirts I missed a boyfriend during highschool who I'll never speak to again I missed the gossip, learning make-up and giving my mum a twirl I never got to kiss a girl For the first time as a girl the same as her And mother, I've counted all the times I've lied to you And father, I wish I'd never been alone in this house You see every pore bleed lies and lies as I lay here nude Bite off my fucking hands for taking off that blood stained blouse (Jag är drabbad, drabbad av sjukdom) I am stricken, stricken by illness I am stricken, stricken by illness Wrists with red perfume, my palms clutch the incense I am stricken, stricken by illness I miss the playgrounds and the animals and digging up worms I miss the comfort of my mother and the weight of the world (Jag är drabbad, drabbad av sjukdom) I feel free I feel every bone inside me You are loved You are enough You're more than enough Stop fucking talking, gorgeous "And they wonder what's wrong with 'em Coz they don't have it figured out They don't have it all together Of course you don't have it all together You're not supposed to have it all together You're not expected to have it all together Anybody looks at you at 26, 27, 28 years old And says 'Hey man, what's wrong with you?' 'How come you don't have everything figured out?' They're a fool Life is gon' pull you out And it's gon' put you on a anvil And it's gon' hammer on your some more And you're gon' say 'What? Am I done yet?' 'Am I a sword for the ages?' Uhhh, no Just chill, continue to have fun Now, by fun I'm not recomending you go out Drink your brains out at the bar and do something stupid But, my goodness, go huntin', go fishin' Get a mountain bike, go hikin', go to the gym Go hang out around barbaque, five o' your friends And just act silly and act goofy And be your age And uh, and just... embrace the process"