In your heart you’re a singerBut nobody likes the sound of your voiceThat b— just opens her mouth and they weepThat faker look like he got soul but he’s a creepThey treat the world like sh—Lord knows they don’t believe in itNobody loves you, not even you
You bought the choir’s lies, yeahAnd joined the fireflies
Starving all by yourself, it’s youTrying to be someone else, it’s youShowing off your ill health, it’s youTelling ‘em that it’s wealth, it’s youBurning to be the prize, it’s youSwarming around their eyes, it’s youYou’d beat them with your fame, it’s youAnd never beat your shame, it’s youFirefly
In your heart you’re a dancerBut nobody likes the sway of your hipsEver since the day you turned thirteenYour body’s been your sinking shipYour mother says you’re goodShe says cream will always rise to the topBut a voice inside you says you will always flop
Stop reading those magazinesBefore in your heart you’re a flyStop reading those magazines
You’d be better off a star in your own sky
So firefly?What’s in your heart? — it’s you
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