ukulele: G Em C D
shrivel down, paper thin
whispers in silence, i’m giving in
pending letters, i didn’t send
what’s the use, when it ends
lifting both arms up up high
feeling warmth on my hands
is this the life set for me
or is there something better
something fair
someone to love
a goal to chase
or hope to make
look at me, i’m caving in
finding pieces to fill
vapoured lungs, vapour words
wave them off, just like that
stop the pettiness, oh little girl
you chose this life, embrace it
is this what’s set for me
or is there something better
something fair
someone to love
a goal to chase
or hope to make
something clear
someone to hold
something to dream about
something better
something fair
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