Art defines me... Reading unwinds me... Poetry keeps me going by keeping the blood in my vanes flowing Most people judge me, even though they barely know me
That's why I spend my time on me Yes... I'm lonely But nobody gets me
Nobody get's that I'de rather put my head in a book Or I'd rather write a song...1 or 2 Nobody get's that poetry is like a drug I keep on using but can't get enough
Even GRAMMAR is fun Thats why my friends don't walk they run
To scared of the girl who always writes And never has time for any real fun I mean like playing with a real gun Or riding a bike with her eyes closed Real stuff like getting in a bed without any clothers
Most people don't see I'm just not ready To pretend I'm something I don't want to be But still they keep on pushing pushing and pushing me
I don't luve up to what people expect of me. And it drives me crazy think that maybe i'm not me. I'm just one of thier dolls they play around with for fun. All i know is being good enough isn't gonna happen