And I can be that woman.
I can be the person you want me to be,
But I will have to refuse that offer.
I could be the mother of your children,
Or your daughter at that,
But today I must refuse,
And step into my little box of nothing
And create a little world of my own.
I will carve a life out of the skins of the air surrounding us,
While holding on to the loneliness I choose to be in.
Therefore, I cannot accept,
Whether this is a gift or a curse or however you see it,
For there is a day for me to roam,
And a night for me to swim through.
Today, I refuse your offer.
For I have a life that I'm meant to pilot,
And no one can fly these wings but me.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 4:21 AM UTC
And I can be that woman.
I can be the person you want me to be,
But I will have to refuse that offer.
I could be the mother of your children,
Or your daughter at that,
But today I must refuse,
And step into my little box of nothing
And create a little world of my own.
I will carve a life out of the skins of the air surrounding us,
While holding on to the loneliness I choose to be in.
Therefore, I cannot accept,
Whether this is a gift or a curse or however you see it,
For there is a day for me to roam,
And a night for me to swim through.
Today, I refuse your offer.
For I have a life that I'm meant to pilot,
And no one can fly these wings but me.
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