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I'm flying through the motions
causing a commotion.
I'm forgetting what I'm here for
will I ever have a reason for
being here.
Because I love and I hate.
And I don't believe in fate.
but I do believe there's someone
for everyone.
I used to believe in fairytale endings
but now I can't put trust in those things.
They always let me down
and I fall so hard to the ground
See I believed in love
and now I just loathe.
Myself, I hate me.
And sometimes it's hard to breathe.
I want to believe in the good things
but it's hard to believe somethings.
The things I want in life just don't exist anymore.
The things I want in life are just a myth anymore.
The things I want are too much of a demand.
And I need a helping hand.
Too much of me pleads
for something underneath
for something inside that's growing
molding me into the woman I'm becoming.
A woman I'm becoming that nobody sees.
Because I hide underneath me.
I let the wrong people in
and they plant themselves within.
and I feel like my life is going to end
when they leave me when I demand.