play it cool, boy

In 20 minutes 
everyone will remember you when you're gone.
And your heart is a stone 
buried underneath your pretty clothes.
Don't you know people write songs about girls like you? 

What will you do when something stops you? 
What will you say to the world? 
What will you be when it all comes crashing 
down on you, little girl? 
What would you do if you lost your beauty? 
How would you deal with the light? 
How would you feel if nobody chased you? 
What if it happened tonight? 

How would you cope if the world decided to 
make you suffer for all that you were? 
How could you dance if no-one was watching 
and you couldn't even care if they were? 
What would you do if you couldn't even feel? 
- Not even pitiful pain. 
How would you deal if the indecisions 
eating away at the days? 
Don't you know people write songs about girls like you?

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