Gold

I'm gold
Precious Gold
Won't be molded
Won't be told
Trying to be sold on the idea of a happy home
Oh can you loan me a lover now
One who makes me want to stick around
No right beside
Is a soulless creature who averts his eyes

I'm Gold
Precious gold
Won't be molded
Won't be told
I'm Gold
Precious gold
Won't be molded
Won't be told

And this devil thinks he can use me up
He thinks that is love
Wants to bend me
Fold me
That's his wish
Wants to treat me like origami
Simple paper he can rip
But

I'm Gold
Precious gold
Won't be molded
Won't be told
I'm Gold
Precious gold
Won't be molded
Won't be told

And he tells me he's Midas
And it's because of his touch
But his fingers linger too long
And everything rusts
So this devil deserves to be left in the dust
Because I'm

Gold
Gold
Gold
I'm
Gold
What am I?
What am I?

I'm Gold
Precious gold
Won't be molded
Won't be told



Credits
Writer(s): Chyanne Ledbetter
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