My leaves are everything to me
I will smother them and play with them
Until I die, and when I do
I want to know your name
My life isn't real anyway
It should be pretty in pink
How do I capitalize
On everything I want to be
I want to be alone
If only I could smother the mirror
But when it's cold and dark outside
A calming rain will fall down
My arms will stop shaking
And I'll feel alive again
My face is dry anyway
I should've made more mistakes
I can't support my ideas
Even if I tried I wouldn't be satisfied
My marks won't stay the same
On my arms or my face
I'll break down and disappear into the crowd