Texty: Natasha Bedingfield. Pocketful Of Sunshine. Pirate Bones.

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What if squeeze myself into any shape
And I still don't fit
What if bend myself so much that I break
And I can't mend it
What if I burn so bright that the fire goes out
And I can't stay lit
What's the point in it

I could get good at cryin' crocodile tears
Just to get along
I could carry on tellin you what you wanna hear
Til my voice is gone
But If I finally get to the place that I think is home
And I don't belong
What the point in it
Where's the benefit?
When I'm gaining all but I'm losing it

It's not worth having
If it's too much to hold
You can dig so deep
That youre left with a hole
Thirsty in a desert with a bag full of gold

Don't wanna end up like pirate bones
What I thought was precious just a pile o' stones
I might not have the treasure but I'll be lying alone
Just a pile of pirate bones

If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having
It it's something I stole it ain't worth having

What if I stake everything I am on a dream
And it's counterfeit
If I reach the end, that justifies the means
Could I live with it?
And if its true that havin' too much of any good thing
ccn only make me sick
Whats the point in it, where's the benefit
When I'm gaining all but I'm losing it

Chorus

If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having
It its something I stole it ain't worth having

It's not worth that much to me
If losin' out is what it means
To swim in shallow victory
Is empty, empty,
It's just not worth the price
It's only a fools paradise
It's draining every drop of life til I'm dry like 'Pirate Bones

Chorus

If I forfeit my soul it ain't worth having
If it's something I stole it aint