I try to be the girl I want to be
Everyday I try
Everyday I find out I can't
Not because I don't want to
Because I'm missing something.
Something inside of me is twisted
And this twisted aprt is in hiding
Wishing for me to stop looking

I'm a little bit twisted
In the way I talk, the way I act
But my heart is full and overloaded
Every cell in our body is recreated every seven years
But my heart doesn't get to recreate
Because everything inside of it is still
Still as a lake
Not moving, almost dead
Waiting

I'm a little bit twisted
In the way I hope, the way I dream
And my head is full of doubt
Wondering if, in seven years,
My heart will get to burst open
Seven years to be alive
Seven years to start over
Seven years to heal
Seven years to untwist myself.