All she ever wanted was to be on her own
She used to pray at night when she was all alone
Even when she was only four
She could only be herself when she closed her door
All the little girls would laugh at her
She knew she didn't really fit in
She'd close her eyes and scream when they got too close
Nobody tried to get too close again
When I'm flying through the sky
Everything seems as clear as the night
I see myself from down below
And I'm sure I'm nothing like anything you know
I'm nothing like anything, like anything you know
And I don't want pity or sympathy
Or anyone to pay attention to me
Every story has a happy ending
If you learn to have the knack for pretending

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