I'm no melancholy beauty
I am not a gypsy queen
I'm young and troubled but
I refuse to let you see me and
I suppose to you it may seem
I'm living the way I should
I follow the paths I paved and
I can't easily change my mind
I'll never let you see me sway but
I am forever hoping and fearing
I will let the truth I've hid slip
I usually come to blows when
I most need arms to hold me
I sometimes think its strange that
I'll always be on my own but
I try not to pause in my smiles
I don't know it now but
I think maybe one day
I'll find peace with you and
I