They'll call you crazy girl, know-nothing go getter anyways... empty handed and heavy hearted, you will feel weak all the time. So break a couple clocks! Swing those hips to beats, hip hop, jazz, soul the folk blues. Scream back up for booming speakers, and don't forget to smile. Remember when you thought warm places at the bus stop? Imagination will be your biggest aid, sleep an escape. Mommy and Daddy will not get better, and when you understand why they fight, you'll retreat under bed covers, crying... make yourself better instead, grown up mistakes can not be kissed away... and you won't get that first kiss anyways, even 10 years later... time won't make you stronger, that's what struggle is for you will struggle, kicking yourself for being mean all along... mean people have feelings, but pretend they don't, ok? Pretend because it's dangerous to follow yourself... circles of “told you so”s will almost bury you alive... but One day in your life, dreams will remind you what you are supposed to do... 'till then, just know you're lovely... valued only by the perceptive. They'll see you crying from attempts to be understood, crawling through insults and wonder if that smile is a mask... but for all the worlds pain and suffering you're the funny bone, gonged after every birthday 'cause the mind is a temple fed by mistakes... never grown up... let the wind pucker against dry lips sing under all lights, and shooting stars swing those hips to beats, country, techno, R and Believe strength does not come from breaking clocks, smashing raw emotions or helping the enemy, mercy! Speak freely, sighhh hard and don't stop.