Side-lines - Lyrics
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My song!
Side-lines
I've always wanted bigger
Sunshine don't shine on ma side of life
I was trying to be like the big boys
I swear it was just one of those days
My shape up was cool
It was until after school
I was stopped round the corner of the corner shop
Police are telling me to slow down
But I know that deep down
It's all over
I hear "Get on your knees"
Fighting the urge to freeze
Don't want to scream that could be the death of me
I was just 15, I was just a teen
A tag below my knees
And even lower were my dreams
All I wanted to be was enough
Boys and girls don't get to much love
I've been painted by a broken brush
This is why I say
Chorus
Pushed on the side-lines in my time
I'll put sunshine in my way
Pushed on the side-lines in my time
Pushed on the side-lines in my time
I'll put sunshine in my way
Pushed on the side-lines in my time
She always told me
They like to put a lot of people before me
Can't even say what happened before me
They've run out of time for my sob story (story)
For me no grass is greener
I used to roll my skirt up just to feel prettier
I just want to feel alright
she needs love
Since she was 9 she's been told
"You're not enough"
Playground or home
The streets or her mind
Wo-ah No bedtime (Belt?)
she looks and looks in the mirror or his arms
A symbol that she really is enough
Sixteen a mum is that really what you're on
It's all a blur oh
CHORUS
BRIDGE (ENDING)
On the sidelines
There's no one to trust
So why do you judge
On the sidelines
All they want
A Sunday kind of love
Pushed on the sidelines
What you want
They've had enough had enough
Lets all end this now for once
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