It hurts when what you want isn't what you get, like she wanted to be blonde, but her hair is red. well maybe julie ann is just a product of her times - this generation thinks the world is going to bend to its whines. and maybe that's a copout, but there's some truth in every lie.
She's fading with the years, and though the blacks are grey, her voice is clear. or maybe that's not right. she's dwindling with time, and she gets small while we get big. she can't come to terms with things. she can't come to terms with things. and she's still living in a world of candy bars and broken hearts, tearful eyes and butterflies. she isn't what she seems.
And she's still bleeding from the heart. she's like a child, but she's not a child. she used to be a tart, but now she's the queen of all that she surveys.
It hurts when what you want isn't what you get, like you're good to go, but they say you're not ready yet. well you know you're just a loser who will never understand: the world is not a place that will conform to your demands. and maybe that's a copout, but it's an easy place to stop. she's bleeding out the frame, and though she still is wild, she has been tamed. or maybe that's not right. she cannot tell a lie, and i get small while she gets big. i can't come to terms with things. i can't come to terms with things. i can't come to terms with things.
And i'm still dreaming of a world where people feel the way i feel. where love is shared with those who care, with welcome arms and jesus hearts. i'm still traumatized by fear, i look okay, but i'm not okay. i still need you my dear, and now you're the queen of someone else's heart.
I woke up from a dream today to most peculiar thoughts. see, nothing's really here to stay,
And the pretty things are so easily lost. i met a girl named emily. she stopped my childish heart. she wouldn't even look at me. she wouldn't even look at me. so i'm done with this. i'm leaving here, you can't make me stay. i've put my things in order and i'm on my way today.