I hate my life I just wish I was dead
Cause every day someone always tells how to live my life
I want to scream, run around, and enjoy life but that's not what's expected of me
I'm the good girl always doing what she's told trying to be "perfect" but failing miserably
I'm hopeless, without a talent or a cause worthy of
I AM INVISABLE
So when can I join the clouds in the sky and be part of the wind running free
