You think
I'm in the market
Up for grabs
The needy me
The teary me
The weary me
Me that's scared
Me that's worn
Me into pieces torn
That's not me.
Don't dare to buy me
To get a slave
To reshape at will
To put to the till
For your gains
Don't make that your aim
Come build me a home
In the sky,
Where I can spy
A universe
That has washed away lies
If not, I'll stay torn
Live alone
Although I'm worn
In me I'll hide,
My secret tears
My unnamed fears,
Though I can't rejoice
I'll own my voice.
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