Now it's time to fly back up.
I'm over it, over it, over the bullshit.
It's time I stretched out of this skin I'm in,
I'm waking up, shaking myself
Into some kind of adulthood.
I've been living my life
as some superimposition sees fit
I'm over it, over it, don't need the bullshit.
It's time I shredded this skin I'm in
I'm waking up, shaking myself
into some kind of womanhood.
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