Everything tells me not to worry
There is not a thing wrong with you
You're wired a little differently
It gets better
I have to remind myself daily
Only in Holland could the words of truth
Come out to the world
To people I'll never see again
And maybe it's better that way and
Maybe I'm not what I think I am
But that's okay, and it's okay to not
Know, but right now I need to
Breathe, and breathe, and know
That everything will be alight
It has to get better
I have to know that the end will pan out
I won't lose the few friends I've captured
In my hold or the people I hold so dear
They seem so clueless, but then
Maybe not
It'll get better.