You aren't the girl you'd always wanted to be,
the letters on the page said, just barely into my grasp
You aren't who you wanted to be when you were three,
though it long since changed when you were nine.
In fact, you aren't even sure who you wanted to be,
because you were always thinking where you wanted to go
What you wanted to learn, what you wanted to do
What you wanted to be good at,
and you craved to be someone everyone liked
Liked, but at the same time free
You didn't think much of the future, maybe you didn't think there would be one
That it was just so far away you would simply never get there
You aren't the girl you want to be today, either
Less of a burden on everyone else
Even now, as you think of what you want to do, you can't imagine a life
where'd you be at peace
You do not want to go into the future,
and the past is too far away as well
The present is not a gift no more, as it seems like it's a cruel joke
You can't help but sit here and read this-- ready to choke
Your end should have came so long ago, but yet here you stand
at this edge of this cliff, in this darkened shift of the show
Your fingers already numb, as the blood darkens the snow
Your end should have came already, and you’re sorry you missed your chance
Your plans always changed, and you never made it in time
or when the time came you were stuck in your mind
Your time should have came, but delusions will pull you back
that rope tied around your shoulders is all you have
So where do you go? And why must you always have plan A and B?
Why must you always insist on going to the most wonderful places to see
That is where you'll go when you're so far far away
Up on that bridge or at a bottom of a lake
So you can see a beautiful sight before you can blow out the candle
and be free