If the crisp autumn leaves
that fall swiftly from the trees
can be swept away on an October breeze...
why can't I?

If the bluebirds chirping happily
ever-present in the morning sky
at any time they wanted to
could spread their wings and fly...
why can't I?

Inside of me, there's a raging fire
that urges me to soar ever higher
as it threatens to consume me with its flaming desire
and I ache to get away...

yet, when in my ear the call of freedom rings
and I begin to stretch my eager wings
like a kite, the world yanks on my strings
and again I'm forced to stay...

"Why must you pull me back to earth?!
Why must you clip my wings?!", I cry,
"What harm have I caused to thee
or crime have I committed to be
help captive here under lock and key
and left to watch the days go by?"

If I only had a single wish
I'd want to know not more than this...
if I wish for nothing more
than to spread my wings and fly...
then tell me why can't I?..."

please tell me... why can't I?

According to these papers,
I was born upon this day.
I'm "officially" one year older
but I just don't feel that way...

According to these numbers,
I turn seventeen today
I'm practically an adult now
and yet... I still don't feel that way...

I feel...
I feel like I'm six
insignificant and small...
except now there's no-one left here
to catch me when I fall

I feel...
I feel like I'm eight
sensitive and shy...
even now a single comment
is enough to make me cry

I feel...
I feel like I'm ten
too quick to give out trust...
excep now i've learned to grab whoever's left
before they leave me in the dust

I feel...
I feel like i'm twelve
my light's begun to flicker...
tired of people never listening
so I learned to talk a little quicker

I feel...
I feel like I'm 14
afraid and unsure...
hating the way I look and act
walking through life so insecure

I feel...
I feel like I'm sixteen
and i've begun to fade away...
walking through life with my shoulder's hunched
and crying more and more everyday

Do tell me I'm seventeen
you might believe that to be true
but i'm still a lonely little girl...
trying to fix herself...
with a bottle of glue...

Every day it's the same routine
put on a smile that you don't mean
just so they won't know...

you hear the hurtful things they say
when your back is turned the other way...
and you start to feel cold...

you've got demons swarming in your mind
that it's a struggle just to keep inside
and you're losing sleep...

their voices haunt you in the dark
with hurtful words and sharp remarks
that never fail to cut you deep...

oh, you could break a million bones
or spend your entire life alone
and even get stabbed with a knife...

but none of these could compare
to a broken heart you can't repair
and the things that scar you for life...

because some things scar you for life...

pay me no mind
i'm just a figure in the background
don't waste your time
trying to spot me amidst the crowd
i think you'll find
it's better just to walk away now
i'll be alright
and eventually... i'll just be another face that you've forgotten about

once you forget me...
and let me fade to gray...
just forget me...
it's just better this way..
so please forget me--

forget me...

Anxiety
Is a breath never released
Suffocation of the lungs
And whole of your mind
Anxiety
Is a clock
That never stops ticking
With the constant click,
From past to present
Time never ends
And oh darling
Nor does anxiety