But I swear, I swear, I can be good and pretty like a storm..

Calm like the ocean, soft like the air
And warm like summer rain..

Загалом, якщо вчитатись/вслухатись, стає цілком зрозуміло, чим вона так зачепила. Від разу до разу згадую той комент, про “бомбезні приспіви”

I don’t think before I speak
Hurt the ones I long to keep
I lose grip of my emotions
The world’s moving in slow motion
Tired of fighting for respect
Tired of absence and neglect
I reflect just like a mirror
You need help, well, I can’t hear ya

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Oh, and if you think that I’m gonna fall off
You ain’t wrong, you ain’t wrong, you ain’t wrong
But just remember I’ll always get up
Won’t be long
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Welcome to my house
I’m lazy like a sedative
Welcome to my house
I’m ugly like the seven sins
Welcome to my house
I’m broken like my heritage
Welcome to my house (Yeah, yeah)
Welcome to my house (My house)