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At the end of the Day

At the end of the day

When there’s nothing left to say

All I want to do

Is take off that ancestral , heavy crown

That I only put on for show 

And get rid of those diamond earrings

That pinch my ears 

But oh what will the people say, I fear

I long to take those high heels off 

Because if I take another walk 

I’ll be found lying somewhere in a pond 

I can’t bear this paint on my face 

I don’t remember what I looked like 

It’s been a while since I’ve been myself 

What if they don’t find it ladylike?

But oh what will people say, I fear?

It’s only their voice I hear. 

But at the end of the day 

All I want to do 

Is run away & be myself for a day. 

Written By - Khushi Sethi

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