I spend so much of my time wondering if i'll ever be perfect, maybe just the appearance of a doll, into which people attempt to prefect
I wonder, Ii a guy will truly notice me for who I am, and not just some weird girl who they can throw around like a toy. Or if a person can see what can truly be enjoyed
I wonder when my life will turn around and I can actually enjoy something without having to be ashamed of it because it isn't part of the "norm". Or if one i can just let go, like a storm
I wonder if one day I won't have chubby cheeks anymore and my body will be slim as well as strong. How would you feel if i wrote such a song
Last of all I wonder how it will feel when I finally spread my wings, no matter how ugly or small they may be, and go up into the world and fly
