The past is making it hard for me for me to move along
And love seems so impossible so I just stay alone
Fear is buried in the marrow of every single bone
This year is falling heavy on my soul
And all the places that I've been have rearranged my cells
In ways that I cannot describe except within myself
Body's running out of space for memories and shapes
And I don't feel the same way
Daughter, Sister
Music Maker
Ohh, there is no truth in my makeup
Memories fade and I wake up
I'm familiar with myself until I wake before the dawn
My mind a picture show of losing people that I love
And in the night I swear that I will call them in the morning
And when I wake it feels wrong to love so strong
And I know it is a gift to feel everything so much
And a blessing to make something beautiful from something tough
When I'm high I'm looking down I know I cannot stay
And when I'm low it feels like it's never gonna change
Daughter, Sister
Poet, Painter
Ohh, I've been this me two times over
But I haven't tried anything new in a little while
My bedroom wall is covered by my thoughts in little squares
Each line and every colour proves to someone I live here
Sometimes I am visitor in a strangers life
I think she might be magic I wonder what she's like
I wonder what she's like
What is she like
What is she like
I wonder what she's like
What is she like
What is she like
Ohhh
What is she like
I wonder what she's like