Ballerina

I wake up at 4AM these days, I've 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