There are some things I’d like to ask
To this body of mine
Do you like the way you look?
Or would you rather fix your flaws?

No bodies are perfect
But it seems that way for some
For yours have so many imperfections
Or though it might seem so

To my body: I don’t like the way your thighs don’t touch
I don’t like the way your stomach’s not flat
If models aren’t the way you are,
Why would boys desire to have you?

I wish they could see what’s beneath your looks
Because if so they might look twice
But no one ever cares enough
To see what’s good down deep inside

So to my body I ask; will you change for their demands?
I think you’re better just being yourself
If they can see what’s in your heart
That should be enough for anyone, especially you

I miss the look
Of sun kissed skin,
The feel of the ocean,
Your subtle grin

The way your hand
Brushed up mine
Made my heart skip a beat
Like the end of time

I feel like my world
Is crumbling down
No way to put it
You're better off now

The looks are awkward
I am confused
We were so close
But now I feel used

    I wish to go back
                    To a simpler time
                                                 When the sun beat down
                                                                                              And you were still mine

Seeing these old tapes
Makes me remember my youth
When everthing was simple
Just learning to tie my shoes

That's all we had to worry about
At that innocent age of four
I'd be pulling on the pant leg
Of my father at the door

"Daddy come play with me!"
"No, honey I have to work."
But wasn't it a Sunday?
I sighed, extremely hurt

So I went along and played with dolls
All alone and in my room
I bet my dad regrets that now
He seems to be falling to his doom

Yes Dad, I'm older now
I'm almost sixteen, I'll be driving soon
You knew this day was coming fast
Even with the worrying, I have become immune

I want to say I'll be here forever
But we both know that's not true
Soon I'll be flying from the nest
But please know, I will always love you

My heart is not the same as my brain
They have two different functions
They hold two different meanings
They are both telling me different things

My brain explains the good from the bad
While the heart says "go for what makes you happy"
But my brain doesn't know what that is yet
I am still trying to figure that out

I suppose this makes me human
Just like the blood running through my veins
But if that blood escapes from our body,
How much do we have to lose until we're no longer human?

"Never Grow Up!" Peter Pan says
As he flies above our heads

He tries so hard to make us see
That as we grow up
We do what we believe

He's obviously a kid at heart
But aren't we all?
Just a little more smart?