At first I thought you were crazy
Started scribbling like you were hazy

Now we are best friends and everything's gravy
You make my life, like I thought it was never going to be

You make my life worth something, like it shouldn't have never been
I don't know what I would do without you

But now I feel roped down
You like to tell me what to do

It makes me mad and crazy, but I can never be mad at you too long.
I mean can you blame me?

You say your going to stop, but haven't you yet?
You see how much it drives me insane
Why haven't you stopped yet?

I need a best friend, not a second mom
In ways you are my best friend but it most ways not

At first I thought you were crazy
Started scribbling like you were hazy

I need a best friend not a second mom
Why haven't you stopped yet?
But I obviously cant be mad at you long?

Can you really blame me?

I want my red hair almost orange looking to be down on the side with a braid.
I the background to be dark, almost black, but not quite. I want red eyes looking at me through the sky, almost in the shape of the birds looking side.
I went there to be unknown creatures almost demon looking, through the trees.
I feel lost but can not be found. Describe that and paint that in your own way. This is how my life feels, like a redheads depression.

You can smile, but no one will notice how sad you actually are.
You can wave, but no one will notice how lonely you actually are.
you can sleep, but no one will notice that you sleeping all day because of your depression.
You can look beautiful to someone else, but no one will notice how you put yourself down for the way you feel about your looks.
You won't eat, but then people will notice how you're anorexic.
You can wear short sleeves, but then people will notice that you have been cutting.
You can commit suicide, but then people will realize how they never actually paid as much attention to you as they thought.
Once you commit suicide, then they will all miss you, an realize that you're visible, but why couldn't they do that when you were alive.
Everything could have been different.
Just notice that you are way more than what people and your self make it out to be