Innocent and Sweet

The things I said were never meant to get around
And the trends I started were never meant to make a sound

I'm calling to angels in hope
Still falling through the unknown
I'll keep my pride tonight
I fought for what was right
Please remember me as innocent and sweet

I tried to get them to open up their minds
To worry about love and never about time
And maybe they'll listen and after I'm gone
And I'll keep my reason
Sealed tight in this song

I'm calling to angels in hope
Still falling through the unknown
I'll keep my pride tonight
I fought for what was right
Please remember me as innocent and...

I'm calling to angels in hope
Still falling through the unknown
I'll keep my pride tonight
I fought for what was right
Please remember me as innocent and sweet

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Why is it that everyone is focused on appearances? Who tells us what is beautiful and what isn't? Who decides this fine line? Who tells us that we should feel uncomfortable when we're not 105 lbs? Who decided that being 105 lbs will make us happy? Why are we so convinced that it will? Why do our thighs have to not touch, our stomachs have to be flat, and our arms not be flabby? Who are we trying to satisfy? Others? Ourselves? Why would we kill to be a certain way? I'm still breathing. What else is there?