Sometimes I wonder
I wonder what would happen if I just gave up
Gave up being the good girl, the good thing, the good
I wonder what would happen if I just stopped
It’s exhausting being me
Being strong all the time, so carefree and dirty minded
This image I’ve created for myself, this facade
It’s not real
No matter how much I wish it was
It’s not who I am
I’m shy, I’m scared
I’m not wild or free
Yet the people I surround myself with make me feel like that
I feel so weightless, so untied to earth
Grounded I am not, fearless I can be
It’s pretty crazy if you ask me
I’ve pretended for so long
But suddenly, it all feels real
A bit too real
I guess I’m not pretending anymore