The problem is I always expect a drastic change
Like I'm searching for a wet land in the rain
I'm a girl who walks barefoot in the grass
But alway wears slippers indoors
It's because concrete feels like fiberglass
I can run myself in circles
And still find a new path
Finding maroon in a sea of purple
I'm like a Crooked house
That you don't realize is off center
Until you enter
It all flows together and doesn't make sense
That's the beauty of me
The end