الرسم على الوجوه المبتسمة ، في الأماكن السعيدة ،
تجاوز كل شيء ، والابتعاد عن الأماكن المزدحمة ،
الهمسات خلفها ، هادئة لكنها تسمع كل شيء ،
نتحدث عن كيف يجب أن تخفت ضوءها ، اجعلها صغيرة ، يفضلون أن تكون في التراب ،
Painting on smiling faces, in happy places,
Pushing past it all, keeping out of busy spaces,
The whispers behind her, quiet but she hears it all,
Talking about how she should dim her light, Keep her small, They would rather she was in the dirt,
They think it doesn't hurt,
They keep taking shots, leaving holes all over,
She's trying desperately to fill them before the pain brims over,
Before it all gets too much,
And they all sit and wonder why she didn't stay in touch,
Because she can't make herself this person they want her to be,
She's becoming numb, all she really wants is to be free.
Not of herself ,but of her thoughts.
