I'm from a tree
That nurtured me with glee
From books that helped me escape
And music that kept me awake
I am from the the chaotic sense of justice
The smell of Jack Daniels in the air
The feeling of nothing but fear
When they are near
I am from the thorn bush that hurts me in my brain
People say I'm not very sane
All I remember is that it rained that day
I'm from anger and hate
My sisters constant fighting
About how the other was lying
That night I wasn't anything but awake
As I quaked under their watchful gaze
I'm from liars and hiders and runners
Goes to show the world is nothing but a bummer
That it's not okay to cry
It's okay to lie and pretend everything is fine
"Be Our Guest" to "A Whole New World" filled with liars
Beware of the cries
They're only doing it for attention
Crying seem to be their new obession
I'm from beaches and places
And also the golden state
Although, it isn't very great
But there is Silverwood lake
But with the long lines you should prepare for a long wait
From barbecue that are sometimes too hard to chew
To stories who said the first "I love you's"
From the pedestal I was placed
From the time my family once felt safe
An abundance of trophies
That wasn't won of ease
From the leather jacket trapped in the closet
That also came with a matching helmet
I'm from my father who once kept me maintained
Who will never be able to come back to this place
Family portraits I'm never in
But that's okay I'm use to getting exculded
I'm okay where I'm from
Because my story is not yet done
It's time to go out and have some fun
To a place where I finally one
