one of these days I'm going to have my ears pierced and on that day I will wear hula hoops as "my hoops" I hope on that day I get the chance to take them off and hand them to a friend just to show a bitch what's real
I'm in the eye of the storm
It’s a nice break but I know it’s not over
The forecast shows another month of hell
In my brain that might not go over very well
It could become deformed
Rain will grow a green four leaf clover
Clear blue skies
And because of them, sometimes my heart dies
I don’t know the next time I’ll meet the sun again
I don’t care how long the storm is, I'm not going to stop
The odds I have to beat
It’s not easy at all stuck in the heat
The whispers of wind from way back when,
My jaw didn’t pop
When I could think freely without stress
Back when I didn’t know what made a mess
But it wasn’t great back then either
When my future comes I have to keep in mind that I can’t control what others think
Let them think whatever the hell they want
Let us be stupidly nonchalant
Dark clouds and rainstorms neither
Are the things that make you stink
Don’t believe in staying inside on rainy days
I don’t need the sun’s praise
I feel anxious for what my future could hold
I have grit
How will I make it much longer?
How much farther do I have to go?
I want to see books getting sold
Between a rock and a hard place I do not want to sit
I'm in the eye
And that gives me some time to think