You're Not Right
You clothe me with your arms
but still I feel naked
You tell me I’m the one
without making me feel sacred
You speak the tongue of a fallen angel
You’re shining, but with no light
You try to lift me high
but after every try I just fall
Your eyes are pulling me in
pushing me away
Making my body hard
making my body clay
Your words leave me speechless
with nothing to say
Nothing to feel
Nothing to be
So perfect, yet so selfish
So perfect, yet so vain
So perfect, yet so not right
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