Astronaut
Looking down I feel so small
And insignificant
Like all the tears I bawled in these past years
Don't mean nothing
And all my life, it's a never ending war
In and out, it don't make sense
Forever taping up the pieces of my
Broken rose coloured lens
But I will not
Just be a passing thought
I will not go
Without leaving a mark
And when I leave
I'll rise above
Like a young boy playing
Astronaut
Not less of a man
For my body or skin
Or the things I believe in, no
I'm what's within
Not less of a being
'Cause of the places I've been
Or where or when I'm going
Or who I'm seeing
I will not
Just be a passing thought
I will not go
Without leaving a mark
And when I leave (leave)
I'll rise above
Like a young boy playing
Astronaut
Look down on what was
Home
I'll let you know you're
Not alone
Look down on what was
Home
I'll find my way
Home
Angel
(I'm not an angel)
Angel
(But it'd be really nice to be one)
Angel
And I long to scream
And not say sorry
You can't take my pride
You can't take my mic
A fucking banshee
And alone I dream
Of a family
You can't take that white
Picket fence type life
From my baby
And insignificant
Like all the tears I bawled in these past years
Don't mean nothing
And all my life, it's a never ending war
In and out, it don't make sense
Forever taping up the pieces of my
Broken rose coloured lens
But I will not
Just be a passing thought
I will not go
Without leaving a mark
And when I leave
I'll rise above
Like a young boy playing
Astronaut
Not less of a man
For my body or skin
Or the things I believe in, no
I'm what's within
Not less of a being
'Cause of the places I've been
Or where or when I'm going
Or who I'm seeing
I will not
Just be a passing thought
I will not go
Without leaving a mark
And when I leave (leave)
I'll rise above
Like a young boy playing
Astronaut
Look down on what was
Home
I'll let you know you're
Not alone
Look down on what was
Home
I'll find my way
Home
Angel
(I'm not an angel)
Angel
(But it'd be really nice to be one)
Angel
And I long to scream
And not say sorry
You can't take my pride
You can't take my mic
A fucking banshee
And alone I dream
Of a family
You can't take that white
Picket fence type life
From my baby
Credits
Writer(s): Aiman Ahmad
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