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The milk she pours into her cup looks like stars in a galaxy.
Or maybe they don't.
She has always seen things differently
A little of track for what the world wants naturally.
And actually, she likes it that way. She can write out her soul, she is not afraid.
She bares it, for all to see, and maybe they wont like it.
But they lost their key,
To their imagination,and love to read, or maybe that's just me.
You see i am that girl. But i wasn't always so free.
I used to sit around and be afraid to be me.
I thought different.
I didn't want them to see. what I could be.
What I always challenged, before I became me, and well, free.
I'm not what society wants, and that's fine.
I'm following my own path
I don't need any lines. To color in, follow the rules?
Hun that's never been me, I'm not like those other fools.
They look like tools, they act like mules, and honestly,
If they want to judge this actress before the audition, well, they need to go back to there preschools.
I wrote my own script. I've walked through there thorns.
I've been endowed with these words ever scene I was born.
Watch out world here I come
Words like quicksilver streaming off my tongue.
Of you don't like my words then you better run,
because ill write them until the day my life's done.