You say a pearl without the pressure wouldn't be a pearl at all
When my demons come a-callin', you don't even bat an eye
I don't scare you, and I guess that's why
You didn't save me
You didn't think I needed saving
You didn't change me
You didn't think I needed changing
My wings are frayed and what's left of my halo's black
Lucky for me, your kind of heaven's been to Hell and back
- Maren Morris
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