I am inquisitive and rebellious
I wonder if anyone else believes in me
I hear the heartbeat of the dead
I see life, death, and the struggle of mankind
I want to one day make a difference
I am inquisitive and rebellious
I pretend to be the little kid who loves power rangers
I feel the innocence peeling from my skin
I touch the hands of hope as it walks away
I worry if I’ll ever make it
I cry because she’s gone
I am inquisitive and rebellious
I understand now that you must love yourself before you can love others
I say never let go
I dream she’ll come back
I try now to admit when I’m wrong, man up
I hope to grow into a good man
I am inquisitive and rebellious