When starting out 

We are like a cocoon

All wraped up in love

Blind to our surroundings

As time goes on we start to break free

We find out that our cocoon of love

Was never what it seemd

We start to see the new changes

Our new war paint boldly shown

Who knew being blinded

Could make such a differnece 

As long as you find your way through the blindness

Then fgure out your true self 

Then it makes it worth being stuck in that cocoon 

For way to long

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