The Writer ~ Ellie Goulding

Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer
And 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 to help me?

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