go on, take your chalk and trace around me
fill me in the way you think i should be
can't imagine how i'd be if i were
truly myself, it would be great i'm sure
you start, but you leave me, still, quite empty
i'm left needy. feel my tears, set them free
they'll wash away your lines, i'll feel more pure
truly myself, it just takes a savior.
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