"Believe in yourself!"
"Be who you want to be!"
"Be weird!"
"Embrace your differences!"
"You're unique!"
"No labels!"
"Don't care what other people think!"
Cheered the girl with MissMe jeans
Three hundred MissMe wearing girls cheered back

Looking for you
In this field
Of dead flowers
I could never find you
If you were here with me
I would probably leave

If only you could see

It doesn't matter

Yellow flowers with bees

Your such a sting

It doesn't matter I'm just dead weeds

Growing within my lungs

I planted seeds

Waiting for them to bloom

I'll grow into a tree

So I can look for you
Because no matter
What happened
Or happens
I still miss
And love you