Listening to other voices
Screeching a beautiful sound
I get jealous
For my voice has never reached that high
It's never has
I know it won't

I liked the way the sun shone on the trees
I liked how their shadows would be painted on me
I liked the way the winds would sing
but now I’m here and it’s so lonely
in the woods is where I wish I could be

Sometimes I try and step up to be brave
Then stuff comes in and jumbles in my brain
I try to ignore it but then I fall apart
I should have listened when they said it'd be hard
Walk down a path and try to look brave
Keep your head above water
Clean cut and then shave
Now I am here
A jumbled mess now in your view
Try to keep that distance
Maybe you'll see who I am soon
When I spill my drink all over you
Or trip down the stairs
and I hope you don't  puke
I wasn't made as a beautiful view
Because I wasn't made to be perfection at all
In fact I can tell you  I wasn't even planned at all
Try not to judge too much because I'll warn you
I'm going to fall or fail something soon

For the day I should have cried
I have been crying the rest in pain
Should have let it out
Why did I have to think to stay strong
Why did I have to be so stupid
Now I know I was so wrong
What if I let it out the day I should have had the most pain
What if I did not stand tall that day
Maybe some days we were meant to fall
To crumble down to our weakest forms
And let's all our troubles free
Instead stuffing ourselves like teddy bears
And then sewn on a smiley face
Only for others to see
Why do we think keeping that happy face is strong
When sometimes we need to let our emotions free
Instead bottling it up and instead of staying perfect
We turn out to be crazy

Feeling my childhood vibes
The old feelings of love
Dancing in my living room
Never knowing I would be brought to a depressing doom
Wish I could watch the sky slowly be painted into a dark lovely blue
Wish I could be a girl again
Instead of a heartbroken young woman

Wish you could fix everything
Give me back those country skies
My old bike
The one I would use to travel across my own world
The one world I used to love

Oh I don't know how to cope with life
When I don't know any of trees I used to see every day
Or the sweet brown eyes that I used to be greeted with each morning with panting
Lay here now with a few more bucks in my pocket yet
And I'd rather to be begging for it

I'm not ready to talk about it
Don't get me shaking
Don't get me thinking
I don't want to think about the future
too late now
you tipped the cup
you got water everywhere
Why do I have to clean it up?

Shut the hell up
Keep it to yourself
Sister, sister
Thought you could be my dear sister
Hear my heart beating
hands start to shake
Soul starts to bleed
Sister's mister
Why did you kiss her?
Now Changed her for the worse
Now I'm force to help her