I started as a flower
growing wild from the dirt
that looks like my situations
And yes it's seems
some others cut at my wings
but like fresh flowers
This wears me to much
And I try to hide
but I get scared to
the facts that
I can never fix what has been
broken on my end
even if others say
let them go on
but
that's all wrong and
I think about a situation
where most of mine have passed on
And I cry to all of what's going on
Because I have my earphones on
but what is really going on
inside so many places.
Why I need to fit the bill
for people...