Songs I Write | VI

I Could Look Good In A Dress

I wish my mum had got divorced
I wish she was brave enough
I wish I didn't have to be so tough at only eight
I wish my love was still as strong
Still as pure as when I was young
Like, fifteen years old but I know it enough to know it ain't
And that my sister didn't bite her tongue
And the others didn't turn their backs
When I needed them the most, that they didn't let me face the wrath
Of, oh, the men in my family
Though the women aren't much better
Did I become a trendsetter for being the only one to say it out loud?

I feel so unfortunately tied down
So unhappily forced to lie around
And I get told that I need to get up
But I feel so low, how could I get up?
I need to know, am I out of my mind?
Why does no one else see what I'm seeing
Are they blind?

I wish I could look good in a dress
Enough for my mum to say I look good in a dress
I wish I didn't have to suck in and be crestfallen about my chest
I used to wish when the sky turned dark
I used to wait for a shooting star
I used to sing my heart out to the moon until my sister heard me once and I never sang again
Why should I? It's way too far anyway

I feel so unfortunately tied down
So unhappily forced to lie around
And I get told that I need to get up
But I feel so low, how could I get up?
I need to know, am I out of my mind?
Why does no one else see what I'm seeing

Is it really just me?
Is it really just me?
Is it really just me?
Is it really just me?
Is it really just me?
Is it really just me?