I'm used to curling my toes
When the fire burns below
Freed from a slow burning bed of blaze
From hazel branches
Growing in me, your tree
I was not born to be controlled
Came to learn, not be told
Outspoken when I lose
Is it enough yet?
Hope is a burden in the wrong hands
And yours are holding me down
Dying in me, your tree
I was not born to be controlled
Came to learn, not be told
Outspoken when I lose
Am I enough yet?
Flick a switch, kill the vibe
Your hands are too delicate dear
You are here to be a voice in my making
Flick a switch, kill the vibe
You'll never know what you're doing
Flick a switch, kill the vibe
By just being mine
Mine
Mine
Mine
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