Ballerina

I wake up at 4 a.m These days have got a lot on my mind Like what's the point of a body If I'll never be a ballerina I'll never have any fun If all I do is sit and whine About everything she's got She's not me so it's a waste of time She's not me so it's a waste of time Everyone's in a bed of roses singing "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha" Every day, I get a little closer to the "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha" I'm just like a baby I need someone there to tell me "no" Don't put that ego in your mouth You're gonna choke Everyone's in a bed of roses singing "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha" Every day, I get a little closer to the "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha" Everyone's in a bed of roses singing "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha" Every day, I get a little closer to the "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha" Pretty people party proudly Posing, posting perfect peers Talking, walking how about we Talk about our perfect years Shelley Sheeple shouting loudly I have had enough in here Do I want to be a perfect Party person filled with tears? Spinning in the center of the room There's a quiet kind of ticking of the clocks Sticking to the heart of the matter There's a shatter of the mirror in the music box Everyone's in a bed of roses singing "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha, ha" Every day, I get a little closer to the "ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha" Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha