What Things Are Made Of
I once carried weight with just my eyes
I would carry this weight
And always be surprised
You'd go from a person to a God
But nobody else saw
The winds became much stronger than the wheel
And it hurt me deeply knowing
How much you were forced to feel
But nobody else saw
And I wondered how they could do this to a God
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what things are made of
He won't be so pretty
It'll turn to pity (yeah)
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what they are made of
She won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty (yeah)
You told me fate was written in the stars
And how you'd wait for hours on most days
Until it gets dark
And even on the nights when it was cloudy
We'd sit there with our cigs
And things were starting to look grim
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what things are made of
He won't be so pretty
It'll turn to pity (yeah)
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what they are made of
She won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty (yeah)
Ah, ahh, ah, ahh
Ah, ahh, ah, ahh
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what things are made of
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what they are made of
She won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, no, no
I would carry this weight
And always be surprised
You'd go from a person to a God
But nobody else saw
The winds became much stronger than the wheel
And it hurt me deeply knowing
How much you were forced to feel
But nobody else saw
And I wondered how they could do this to a God
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what things are made of
He won't be so pretty
It'll turn to pity (yeah)
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what they are made of
She won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty (yeah)
You told me fate was written in the stars
And how you'd wait for hours on most days
Until it gets dark
And even on the nights when it was cloudy
We'd sit there with our cigs
And things were starting to look grim
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what things are made of
He won't be so pretty
It'll turn to pity (yeah)
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what they are made of
She won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty (yeah)
Ah, ahh, ah, ahh
Ah, ahh, ah, ahh
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what things are made of
Someone told me to be careful
Once you see what they are made of
She won't be so pretty
I won't be so pretty (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, no, no
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Writer(s): Stella Rose Smyth
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