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letra de caliber girl - weevildoing

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the city noise at night
traffic at 8 a.m
got enough on my plate
i burn the candle at both ends

a former gifted kid, a good associate
that’s what they see me as
and if you don’t
that’s not my business

maintain a steady hand
never to acquiesce
call me a control freak
well, i call it doing my best

not unprofessional
never too indiscreet
i was molded this way
i guess it’s how i’ll always be

couldn’t rest if i tried
guess i’ve just got a high caliber
never gonna waste my time
no, that ain’t up to my caliber

late nights and heavy eyes covered with foundation
the image of a modern woman’s determination
夜以继日
my future is up to me
废寝忘食
sacrificing anything

i do what it takes until i get what i want
so what else could be wrong?

绞尽脑汁
i’m smart because i had to be
追悔莫及
don’t look back and the errors won’t be seen

worked hard and i got everything that i could want
so why is something off?

part of the bigger picture and still feeling alone
a wild stallion reduced to a deer in headlights
i have to fit in but i have to be exceptional
outstanding, upstanding, near god-like and still polite

forget to eat, the scale number changing is just a bonus
thin and emotionless, i’m everything i ever wanted
the ideals that i knew turned out to be a siren call
if i can’t be perfect i don’t wanna be anything at all
(自相矛盾)

(couldn’t rest if i tried
guess i’ve just got a high caliber
never gonna waste my time
no, that ain’t up to my caliber)

my racing mind, my body immovable
i need paradoxical pain to make me beautiful

夜以继日
the future wasn’t up to me
废寝忘食
sacrificing precious things

i did what it took until i got what i want
so what else could be wrong?

绞尽脑汁
my intellect is obsolete
追悔莫及
the past, it plays in my head on repeat

worked hard and i got everything that i could want
so why is it all off?
i get so close to the truth
i’m always at the precipice
and then this materialism
has to come and ruin it

no meditation, medication, no doctor, no therapist
could cure me of the condition of the world that i have to live in

working on my rest days
never productive enough
even on my best days
will it ever be enough?

i see something ahead
if the light is a trick, i don’t know
i won’t know until i go
i won’t know until i-

- weevildoing

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