Waking up in the midday sun, what’s to live for?; you could see what I’ve done, staring at emotion in the light of day, I was running from the things that you’d say; we are not what you think we are, we are golden. Teenage dreams in a teenage circus, running around like a clown on purpose; Who gives a damn about the family you come from? no givin’ up when you’re young and you want some. I was a girl at an open door, why you staring? do you still think that you know? Looking for treasure in the things that you threw, like a magpie; I live for glitter, not you.