I see all of these things
Things I have always longed to be
But they seem so far away
And at the same time I can taste them

My momma saw my scars
Scars I carved into my arms
She pretends that it's nothing
But worries when I stop speaking

I'm expected to be fine
Expected to live my life
To the standards of those who
Never took a second to get to know me

And they all think they know best
Best advice comes from experience
But they don't even know
What it is I'm going through

And they never
Ever
Will