It's like I'm waiting to be myself again Like I'm not ready yet, Like Im clay already molded, But sitting in the oven baking, Still a little soft Not ready to face the world yet I know who I am, I know who the girl inside is Maybe you vaguely remember her From long ago, it's been so long She's coming back You just can't see her yet Trust me, you just can't see her yet
I feel like only I can understand what I'm saying in this poem. If it's confusing just forget it