maybe this is the weather-
Sometimes i want to drop to my knees at scream and apologize, because I am, I really am sorry .
its who i am.
i don't know whether it matters if i should be or not, but i am.
Then i realize--
that isn't a very strong thing to want to do...
and being sorry for who you are is weak...
but what difference does it make, really.
and how do you deal with something so intense, so out of your grasp
taking and coveting isn't
it isn't something i can do
but maybe knowing isn't the same as seeing
and i know i'm being unrealistic
andand single faceted
i don't want to be just
i can't handle being just another face
and its not so much
not so much
not so much
to be just another girl
its all i was cut out for
but maybe knowing isn't the same as seeing
sometimes i wish i knew
sometimes i'm glad i don't yet