Don't grow up it's a trap

You don't open up,Not to anyone,What is trust?Stranger danger, tears come free,You want to talk?Well, not to me

hauntedBy the court system having no belief systemIn words that escape from soft lips from a soft woman

Haunted by the 'male' in femaleAs if we can't stand on our ownAs if we need a tail

a montage of potential,i'm the compliments they all lend me

it's a wonder how people can mistake the purples & blues for black and white

You have to ask yourself,do you really need me?

And then getting asked why I am so quiet And having the strength not to reply with "What's the point of being anything else?

I wish I could roll back time,But we're holding broken clocks and lucked out watches