281 A song you feel is all yours because not many people know it What if I squeeze myself into any shape And I still don't fit? What if I bend myself so much that I break And I can't mend it? What if I burn so bright that the fire goes out And I can't stay lit? What's the point in it? I could get good at crying crocodile tears Just to get along I could carry on telling you wanna hear 'til my vo...