Baby call me baby
When and if you want to tell me
You want me and want me to know
If I know about the way you hope
And I hope you know that I know that you want me and want me to know you can tell me when and if you want to...
Baby call me
Baby.

If I was beautiful
And rich
And my family had a rivalry
With another family in town
I’d definitely fall in love
With one of their kids
And sneak out at night to see him
And he’d crawl in my bed
And we’d fool around
Hoping my parents
Wouldn’t find out
We’d try and run off together
Be free from our parents
And all their expectations
Who would care if we’re young?
We’d be in love
And that’s all that would matter
Right?
So we’d get married
Behind our families’ backs
And come up with some elaborate
Out-of-proportion plan
To run away together
Like they wouldn’t be able to find us
So I'd pretend to die
But Shakespeare’d **** me over
And my man would just play dead
Only for me to really die
So that he could continue
Winning the heart
Of every poor innocent girl
He'd meet
So much for star-crossed lovers
But me
I'm just seeing stars
I’ll never call lucky
And I won’t be thanking

I sat outside on the dock,
took in the aroma of the fresh sea air.
I felt as if the water was hugging me and embracing my loneliness.
I just sat there, listening for something, anything, just a sign that I won't be isolated forever.
I closed my eyes and pictured happiness.
What a cliché. What the **** is happiness anyways?
I guess I have to face reality, the scary and horrendous thing that is inevitably my life.
What escape do I yearn to achieve you ask?
It's rather simple actually.
Ultimate freedom
The freedom to, and the freedom from.