I’ve drawn a heart upon my arm.
I do not cause my body harm.
There’s laughter just lodged in my throat.
Which helps me sing a cheerful note.
I’d love a significant other.
So that I can become a mother.
I want some children, two or three.
Maybe a baby on top of a tree.
I can live in the country side.
With no need to travel worldwide.
Everyday there will be a blue sky.
Except for the fact that every word has been a lie.