Rip me to shreds, only to sew me up, yet again,
for how else is a young girl to learn to mend,
even the most tattered and broken pieces that remain,

But worry not, cause it gets better,
hearts beat, and butterflies flutter,
oh so gracefully, through my stomach,
to tell me that I am oh so in love,

And as I float on my own little cloud,
far away from this horrid little town,
to a place where the pursuit of happiness can be found,
indeed, a place where my thoughts don't fly round and round,
not letting anything catch them,
but my inner demons,
only to tear them to shreds anyway