I was a superstitious kid
I didn't step on the cracks
I wonder how much I hid
Behind my parents' backs.
And in a tiny way I'm still
The same as I was then
A little girl in for a thrill
Afraid of what's around the bend.
I still wonder if the moon
Affects my moods and caprice
Maybe if I had more room
To breathe, I'd find peace.
Mar 30, 2014
Mar 30, 2014 at 1:53 AM UTC
I was a superstitious kid
I didn't step on the cracks
I wonder how much I hid
Behind my parents' backs.
And in a tiny way I'm still
The same as I was then
A little girl in for a thrill
Afraid of what's around the bend.
I still wonder if the moon
Affects my moods and caprice
Maybe if I had more room
To breathe, I'd find peace.
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