As I laid there in my somewhat silk sheets from the King of India, as so I dreamed
I write my thoughts and feelings on paper, about loneliness, heartbreak, and what a happy girl would feel like.
Poem I wrote: till I find my own
Foot prints in the distance
Voices in my head
Straight A's don't matter, is what they said
See the future
Saw the past
Watch myself because I'm the OUTCAST
Call me a bitch
Tell, and I'm the snitch
15 and alone
Ima wait, till I find my own
