A tap on my shoulder
The world at my back
A sick grin on its face
It wants me to cry
I've tried to stay strong
And be the girl I can be
But it's gotten so hard
I've begun to suffocate
And no matter how hard
I can't seem to catch my breath
I just want fresh air
I want the fog to lift
And all to be well
A path set out before me
"You can save the world!" they tell me
"You're so smart" they gush
Is it really so true?
The pain and the fear
It's dragging me down
I don't want to be wrong
Maybe I just don't quite know
If I fall
If I fail
Will someone be there to pick me back up?
May 23, 2011
May 23, 2011 at 6:18 PM UTC
A tap on my shoulder
The world at my back
A sick grin on its face
It wants me to cry
I've tried to stay strong
And be the girl I can be
But it's gotten so hard
I've begun to suffocate
And no matter how hard
I can't seem to catch my breath
I just want fresh air
I want the fog to lift
And all to be well
A path set out before me
"You can save the world!" they tell me
"You're so smart" they gush
Is it really so true?
The pain and the fear
It's dragging me down
I don't want to be wrong
Maybe I just don't quite know
If I fall
If I fail
Will someone be there to pick me back up?
Stream of consciousness
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