I wasn’t taught to ask questions at all
Matter of fact I kept quiet most days
I’d pretend to be find - God forbid if I’d cry
Keep in order and keep up the pace
I’m not able, capable to live without stepping outside the line
So once in a while I would lock it inside
Keep in order and keep up the pace
Tried to mess with the rules
Thought that I was the fool
So hid in a shed by myself
Be a part of a world
Be an ordinary girl
Just to fail to find my perfect shelf
Who can show me, follow me, explain to me why it’s so hard to breath
So (for) once in my life
I will show you the side of mine that I was afraid to set free