She
She was made out of rubble, crushed into a diamond
Never knew what to make of it or what to confide in
questioned the existence of god or just science
asked herself: would you live this life as the gazelle or the lion?
but i just don't have anything to believe
That's when she said to me
Hunny, you can't predict where you'll go, life just takes you
you're shaped and measured, even if the facts aren't true
You'll be shocked and amazed the crazed and lude
Until you're spoken to just be broken and nude
She didn't have a morale compass in her possession
Said "Who gives a damn and make in your favor every exception."
To just laugh and fulfill even if your transgression
is a little less valued and has no good intention
but i just don't know the costs and fees
That's when she said to me
Hunny, you have to live with one piece to the mind
Live only for yourself and don't mistake the given time
The beauty of it all is at any moment you could die
So stop putting people ahead and pretending to be kind
She was made out of rubble, crushed into a diamond
Never knew what to make of it or what to confide in
questioned the existence of god or just pure science
asked herself: would you live this life as the gazelle or the lion?
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