weightless

I have to keep reminding myself, I’m not like anyone else
That’s my face, I’m not ugly
That makes me VIP
No one exactly like this, No one with my fingerprints,No one can touch you like me
I can’t fake what you see
They told me,To get your way You’ve got to be a bitch
They say you got to get through it
If he’s not filthy rich
You stop his little changes ’til you don’t know who you are
Surround yourself with friends Who only call you a superstar
Oh yeah But you don’t know who you are

The sky is the limit And I just wanna flow
Free as a spirit on a journey I’ll go
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
A million dark balloons heading to the ground
Weight of the world tries to hold us down
Cut the strings and let me go
I’m weightless
All the things I hold in my fist
If I don’t let go, I don’t exist
They’ve become the things that define me
How I look and love, things can buy me
That’s not important anymore
I feel me writting on the floor
Light as a feather, I’m carefree

😀

photo credit: syncopatedrhythms

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