These "fun years" are wearing off like bright pink nail polish,
and this routine is like eating the same bowl of cereal every day.
These days aren't living up to their expectations.
so,
maybe,
  possibly,
    perhaps,
                                 it gets better than this?

harder...
    more fulfilling
challenging
   yet,
more enjoyable?

I wanna get settled, settled, settled.

Stick me into the wet soil somewhere,
just as long as I grow to my fullest potential
and I get picked and end up adding color to someone's kitchen.

The formation of the stars collapsed this time
I'm dragging my feet along a road I've never seen before.
I've never, in my life, been this scared.
They do me no good out here - those memories I've stored
They only bring tears
And never fail to force me to regret

I'm an ignorant being with no sense of direction
There's a few people I wish I hadn't met

Oh, those stars... they used to guide me home.
It's lonely out here when it's only me
Oh, those stars, they kept me company
Left me to rest assured each night
They lie beside me to tell me it would be all right

Now there's not a single soul to tell me it will be okay
But with another day, comes a chance for another star.

I want to put you in front of a mirror
And watch you watch yourself
But if you asked me to take your place,
I'd refuse.
I've got too many flaws; most you've no idea of.
And if you put me under that light,
you'd turn away.
Disgusting.
You think you know me, but I don't even know me.
Every single day
I find another flaw in that mirror.
Some are non erasable.
Others are changeable.
I'm terrified one day I'll step in front of that mirror
and fall to the ground.
I never cease to surprise myself,
But an even greater fear-
surprising you.