Me, and my helmet such an un-conventional kid
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All intense and kinetic, at best tolerated from afar
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Not yet arrested, and by that I mean betrothed
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though a start I am newly courted
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I've just not been trusted with alters
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I'm a sweet piece of work, well intentioned yet disturbed
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wrongly label-ed and under-fed, treated like a rose as an orchid
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My friends, as they weigh in, get understandably protective
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They have a hard time being objective
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So inside we cancel each other out
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I'm a sweet piece of work, well intentioned and unloved
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unlabeled and misunderstood, treated like a rose as an orchid
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You've brought water to me, making sure my bloom rebounds
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you know best of what my special care allows
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So I've lived in my blind spot
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thought myself usual when I'm not
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and your garden is a nice spot
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as long as it is brave and where you are
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For this sweet piece of work, high maintenance and deserted
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I've been different and deserving, treated like a rose as an orchid
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Sweet piece of work, overwhelmed un-observed
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I've been bowed down to but so misread
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treated like a rose as an orchid
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Orchid
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Alanis Morissette |