I think
the world
needs
more
of us
than we
can offer

I’m just a girl
I love her
I love moving my body
I love music
No one
Can care for me
Like myself

Well, I have done a lot of searching
and I know now what I deserve.

I won't get stuck in a trap
of second guessing myself.

If this causes something
that cannot be repaired
I won't live with a shadow
of looming resentment.

I don't know what we're supposed to write
Why does everything I do feel trite?
Spending my nights binging Nick At Nite
Formulating ideas to get them right
Another sleepless night
Becoming a sleeping day
Lost on what to say
It feels like the whole world will pay
One way or another
Do you feel the same?

I'm your Red Oak tree
Climb on top of me.

Lies can be easily made
To make the Truth hurt later
And cause more damage.

I grieve a mother that's still alive and a bestfriend that died, do I have to grieve you too?