just some more words on a page that aren't going to reach anyone but me
No one is going to see how I feel written in words;
Not till they see it at least
But they are so far away now, three thousand Miles away to be exsact
So when am I going to be able to show them?
When are they going to see the tears that this paper has shed for me?
I won't cry because they know that I am strong.
Instead i will hide behind my anger that I post as a face up front
because I was born a Lady, but inside I'm a runt
So I walk out of my house, knife in my pocket and music blair'n
no one is gonna get me
no one is going to run me
I'm free to be my own person, not locked into anything
I'm going to walk with my head high, cause I gotta smile for them and those all around me
Be strong for those who can't be
kick butt of the wanna be
and see that I am me
No one can discribe me
So I walk with my head held high
Because I can make it, just a few more steps.
I'm a warrior in the dark
this life is a walk in the park
You all think I'm tripp'n
But what you don't knos is that I'm Slipp'n
cause paper holds the truth that no one knows.
If you are not them,
then you don't get to know
the hole that throws me below
because I cut all the ropes
and they throw one down.
I know it's them, and they show me the way
so I'm home,
no longer alone
and I am safe in their arms to stay