Some girls float
With their cashmere sweaters
And blushed cheeks
Kissing the world gently
But when I look at myself
I don't see an angel
I see messy mistakes
Heartbreak and regret
When I open my sleep eyes
I glance at the mist
And the montains with their jagged edges
I wonder
Would I rather float?
Or am I happy with my feet on the ground?
With their cashmere sweaters
And blushed cheeks
Kissing the world gently
But when I look at myself
I don't see an angel
I see messy mistakes
Heartbreak and regret
When I open my sleep eyes
I glance at the mist
And the montains with their jagged edges
I wonder
Would I rather float?
Or am I happy with my feet on the ground?
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