Still a little girl dressed in pink twirling in the daisy field in my own imagination is what I am in my present
All grown up ,but still an lost child looking for adult validation in all the long hollow tunnels getting all delusional searching like an compass for my father figure my life saver my own god in an man who got sin and pride
My tears stream like an river behind my fake smile that can't be seen outloud
making my own ocean for miles