Imagine
Sometimes, I like to imagine that I’m a pop star
I tour around the world sharing my music, my voice, with everyone
And people listen, they care about what have to say
And then I realize how ridiculous the whole idea sounds
Because I can’t imagine any world where I could find the courage to make myself heard
Because I am too weak to do anything but hide, and live my life in silence
I can try to fly, but I will never be free of the pain
The weight I refuse to share
Gravity pulls me back to earth like a boulder
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