like a painting hanging on the wall
I am an ornament for your life
with colors begging for your attention
and meant only for your eyes
am I meant to be in someone's bargain basement?
is Goodwill waiting for me?
it is so hard being in this painting
oh, how I yearn to be free
like a child I am talking to you
but you're the one who's in control
I have my questions and I'm waiting for your answers
I'm hidden deep within my soul
I don't think that I can love you
but it never hurts to ask
except for the rejection I will go through
after I've completed the task
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