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Deserving to thrive, but I’d rather rot and wallow A "good time"

mantra that’s getting hard to follow I’ll die old,

just to show the kids the view I’ll never let you down,

even if I upset you Dance until you believe,

dance until it’s true In a funny way,

I’m saving me, I’m saving you

You root for me when you attack,

you need me to prevail

Everyone needs a god,

you’d rather have me fail But you don't see the options,

the animal that grows The "It Girl" costume—the only truth it shows

I’m the girl behind the mask,

I need you to believe The irony is sharp,

and I’m wearing it on my sleeve

Split into symbol, separated parts Stage name carries all the soft animal

hearts The screen is cyberporous,

the code is leaking through I wrote the songs for kids I’ll

never know or view It girls are the mothers,

It girls are the child Take the parasocial bride,

keep the vision wild

Bittersweet watching, bittersweet belief.

I’m just the costume,

bringing you relief. I am the symbol.

I am the animal.

Which one are you?

The costume is heavy.

The heart is light.

100% Tiguidou.

The screen is clear tonight.