Ballerina

I wake up at 4 a.m
These days have got a lot on my mind
Like what's the point of a body
If I'll never be a ballerina

I'll never have any fun
If all I do is sit and whine
About everything she's got
She's not me so it's a waste of time
She's not me so it's a waste of time

Everyone's in a bed of roses singing "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha"
Every day, I get a little closer to the "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha"

I'm just like a baby
I need someone there to tell me "no"
Don't put that ego in your mouth
You're gonna choke

Everyone's in a bed of roses singing "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha"
Every day, I get a little closer to the "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha"
Everyone's in a bed of roses singing "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha"
Every day, I get a little closer to the "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha"

Pretty people party proudly
Posing, posting perfect peers
Talking, walking how about we
Talk about our perfect years
Shelley Sheeple shouting loudly
I have had enough in here
Do I want to be a perfect
Party person filled with tears?

Spinning in the center of the room
There's a quiet kind of ticking of the clocks
Sticking to the heart of the matter
There's a shatter of the mirror in the music box

Everyone's in a bed of roses singing "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha"
Every day, I get a little closer to the "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha"
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha