Expectations

She wakes up
Goes to sleep
The life she lives
Is on repeat
Expectations
No alterations
Will she live?
I don’t know
Will she go?
Does she know
That
All the people in her life
Use a framing (painful) knife
To try to carve their own image
Of what they wanna see (yeah)
It might be good
It might be bad
Then she says
«Is it hard? Is it this hard?
To be who you wanna be»
She’s got straight A’s
But she not okay
She’s got a choice
But it’s really not her choice at all
«Let me out
Kick me out
I wanna live my life
I know I’m a disgrace
I can see it on your face»
Just try
To be who you wanna be
«To be who wanna be»
So be who you wanna be
(A part of me)
(Don't think about it)
A part of me still cares («Sleep» x3 and «Don't think (worry) about it» x4)
Is she really here? x3
Sweet dreams