I feel so insecure.
Can't accept who I wanna be.
Just tell me,
why does it have to be like this.
Emotion and pain, I want it to go away.

I'm dragging just like the branches of a willow tree.
Not as pretty as I wanna be.
As the fireworks light up the night,
I tell myself this is my last flight.
I see the stars and i'm finally free.
-IV