I know you'll never like me back.
But I can't seem to accept that.
I don't want to accept that.
A part of me still believes,
That if I wait patiently
And sit still and look pretty,
You might notice me.
But the thing is-
I don't want to sit still.
I want to run, and jump, and climb.
I want to see the stars
The stars that shine in my eyes.
I want to be free
And travel
And be me.
But if you only love the girls
Who aren't being them,
Then what chance do I have?
No one loves me anyway...
