I'm a poet, dreamer, fighter, runaway princess
In the body of a terrified girl growing into womanhood
And most of the time I hate it here
Trapped inside a glass box
I don't believe in good luck or a higher power
I don't wish on shooting stars or birthday candles
I wish on words written from the heart
And dreams I hope will take my hand
And give me a key to my future
Quick tell me I can do this
Hold my quivering hands
So I can see the love in your eyes
Quick give me a hug
So I can feel your heartbeat in time with my own
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