She paints a pedestal for me,
Then fumes as I step down and flee.
Your idol I refuse to be.
He wipes my name from margin’s edge,
Then gasps when I write it in pen.
Your shadow I refuse to be.
She paints a pedestal for me,
Then fumes as I step down and flee.
Your idol I refuse to be.
He wipes my name from margin’s edge,
Then gasps when I write it in pen.
Your shadow I refuse to be.
