compressing down my spine | |
to my childhood size | |
pressure steals my shine | |
and now I'm not, not mine | |
wannabe so rushed out | |
wannabe so washed out | |
wannabe so screamed out | |
wannabe so freaked out | |
comparing to my time | |
as flashy butterfly | |
I didn't have to climb | |
and gasping like I'm not fine | |
wannabe so rushed out | |
wannabe so washed out | |
wannabe so screamed out | |
wannabe so freaked out |