you hide behind your shiny, flawless ideals
and you hurt everyone along the path of your yellow brick road
you mold me and hope for it to match to your dream
when i can't be molded and i sure as hell
don't want your shiny statues in my life
to idolize
you don't even see the butterfly you could be
you're stuck in this cocoon
and completely content
but i dont want to stay there with you
in that cramped little space
dirty old town
dirty little town
got all your secrets written down
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