Excerpts from a story I'll never write

Blowy in the wind

I'm a stick
You're a prick
For giving me those eyes
Remember the girl who cries?
Oh
That's me
Your pity comes at a fee

I'm not here to rejoice
I'm not here by choice
I'm just a girl
Attempting to get her life together
Light as a feather
Cloudy is the weather

The storms been a'brewin
Life slewin
But I got this right?
My sunshine's bright

I guess we'll see
If the breeze
Blows me away
And for that I would pay