Gravity weighs on me,
Pulling me down,
And why I look above me, is to not look at the ground,
My dreams are scattered ashes,
My heart, it weighs me down,
It's the heaviest thing on me,
And it pulls me to the ground,
My hopes are breaths of fresh air,
But there isn't that much around,
And sometimes I think, "what's up there?"
Sadly I'll never find out,
These word you put on my shoulders weigh me down,
Pretty,
Smart,
Wonderful,
Loving,
They expect me to live up to this, but how to do that when they weigh me down?
With these words, this heart and gravity weighing me down,
How am not in the ground?