I made the biggest mistake of my life more than twice
This is clearly not okay yet all I do is cry
I get confused by the things that I like
I pretend that I am doing just fine
When in reality nothing is right

Neglected
Disrespected
The world has me disconnected
Fiery eyes
A very small size
A bad mouth for the window to my soul
A bad colored dress appears less shiny and more dull
A crooked tooth
A former teacher named Mrs. Booth
Books to read that aren't yours
Watching the sky fall on the shore
Lying in the sand where my whole life was planned
With you. Contigo.
With me. There's a seagul.
He pooped on my thigh
It's so brown and now I want to cry
Wait! But that means Good Luck!!
Watch all of my dreams erupt!

She is trying so hard to be famous
I am forever wishing I was nameless
When she looks at me she is so focused
She really thinks that I don't know this
She wants to be me so bad
I just really want to stop being so sad
I have made up my mind...I am moving to LA
She thinks I care about her being away
The truth is I am just trying to make enough money
To get out of here
To be 5 blocks up from Santa Monica Pier
I want to leave myself a mark
I want to leave my light in the spaces where it's dark
When they turn on their lamp they will always have a wet cold feeling
I will be in my beautiful studio apartment just chilling
Just remember me when you look in the mirror
And how I always took away your sadness and fear

Look at the smile on that woman's face
Look at her shoes
Feel her warm embrace
Watch her laugh
Hear her sing
This woman right here is everything

can you see me?
I am still here
I walk with a limp but I am still here
my eye has a twitch but I am still here
I can feel the heat on the face
I can feel the blades of grass between my soft hands
I can smell the dirt
I am unstructured
But I am here

Go to bed little child your days have come
To be the adult you’ve wanted to be since you were young
Didn’t mama tell you that your hair is a mess?
Maybe that it why she never got you that dress
Anyways young child please go home
You need to sleep. Your days have come.

She has sixteen cents and a bottle of coke.
Walking home from Grandma’s in boots and shorts
Her hat hangs low and her mouth is cold
She has sixteen cents and a bottle of coke.
The wind screams loud and the summer gets cold
Her days are young but they seem so old
She has sixteen cents and a bottle of coke.
She walks up to the trees whose leaves are orange and red
Her eyes get black.
She has found a place to lay her head.
She had sixteen cents and a bottle of coke.