• I am an original, not like one soul out there.
    I wonder about my unborn brother,
    Whose time should've been as long as mine.
    I hear the same low murmur of conformists,
    not taking the chance and being daring.
    I want to fall into the Rabbit's hole,
    To make my unknown world a reality.
    I am an original, not like one soul out there.

    I pretend that words don't sting,
    But they are even more painful than the sticks and stones being thrown.
    I feel sorrow for those who can't understand that the tongue is a deadly sword,
    Who cuts those down around them,
    Without batting an eyelash.
    I touch the select few around me,
    Trying to make at lease someone's day a little better than it started.
    I worry that I won't have enough time on this Earth in order to touch
    Every heart in some way.
    I think about the smiles plastered on everyone's face,
    Seeing that it never touches their eyes.
    I am an original, not like one soul out there.

    I understand that I'm not perfect,
    That I am human and I make mistakes.
    I say many things that I wish that I could take back,
    But I know that I never can.
    I dream of never growing up,
    So the world as I saw it through juvinille eyes,
    Will never take the shape that I know to be true,
    I try to be the best daughter, the best friend, the best person that I can be,
    Even if it never matches any expectations.
    I hope to be more than I am.
    To be the one that everyone adores, to always being in-demand.
    I am a girl with too little time, unable to save the world.