No More, No More

Sugar plum fairies dance out of tune

Out of season on the unluckiest day of October

Our dancer struggles and struggles to keep up

On this stage of victors

Striving to just be as good—

He tumbles into the hands of tricksters

 

Insecurities mesh into your vision

You’re tired of seeing the world

Your innocence hits a collision

They’re corrupting your core

But you can’t take it anymore

It’s time to jump out of the cold

 

Our dancer—as fiery as his orange hair

Warms up to the cold

No more struggling

No more tumbling

No more, no more

No more, no more

No more tricking

No more corrupting

No more, no more

No more, no more

But—

 

The insecurities, they still exist

But aren’t doubts and hesitations always housed in our hearts?

We can’t shy away from them

Just as we can’t run away from the truth of ourselves

 

Insecurities mesh into your vision

You’re tired of seeing the world

Your innocence hits a collision

They’re corrupting your core

But you can’t take it anymore

It’s time to jump out of the cold

And create your own choreography

 

Our dancer—as fiery as his orange hair

Warms up to the cold

No more struggling

No more tumbling

No more, no more

No more, no more

No more tricking

No more corrupting

No more, no more

No more, no more

But—

 

The warmth of his dance

That was left up to chance

Continues to burn through our souls

 

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