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There are people here, sitting alone, they don’t know what they want. Reading in magazines about beauty queens, and all that they’ve got. And we sit in our lines and we feel so alone, so we flick to a new page and read all about some celebrity’s home…
There are moments now, slipping us by - we don’t see them go. Reading in paper worlds about other girls - people we don’t know. We wait for our time to feel safe to feel free, so we switch the channel and learn all about places we’ve never been.
And we wait to be seen by someone who’ll tell us we’re all alright. If my heart’s still beating and I’m still breathing - it means I’m alive. And we sit and we wait in this survival game we play. If my heart’s still beating and I’m still breathing - it means I’m okay...
