and i aim it at you
you must have missed it
you always do
but i've got a plan
why don't you be the artist
and make me out of clay?
why don't you be the writer
decide the words i say?
'cause i'd rather pretend
i'll still be there at the end
only, it's too hard to ask
won't you try and help me?
- "The Writer"
Ellie Goulding ♥

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