| I feel jealous of the dragon | | | | I keep secretsso do you so do not act so |
| I hold my dragon drawings | | | | proudwho do you think you are? |
| I want to breathe his power | | | | I think the train is coming |
| I want to yell sometimes | | | | I hear it rushing toward me. |
| I think maybe I will take me out of this boxbuild | | | | I will stand in front of ittill that last momentthen |
| me backstart to find that spark. | | | | calmly step awayjust like before. |
| I want to go to partiesdress up like a jesterwear | | | | I do not need your directions. |
| a mask of feathersbutterfly tattoostribal | | | | I missed outit comes down to that |
| tattooslet the fire flowlet my dance fight for me. | | | | I want to go to parties. |
| I am tiredof being tired | | | | I want a tattoomaybe a fairymaybe a starmaybe |
| I am slow to see ittoo latetoo badand the tinges | | | | a tribal tattoo |
| of sadnessgolden cages I cannot opennever or | | | | I want to go to a tattoo gallery. |
| ever. | | | | Of course there are good daysfilled with natures |
| I wish I was a dragon | | | | gifts. |
| I wish I was that strong | | | | I did not and do not miss that. |
| I wish that I could yell my storiesmake them | | | | Quit telling me. |
| realfold up all the treesas beautiful as they | | | | I am tired of hearing explanations |
| arethey block my view | | | | I am tired of know it all people |
| I want to see a bigger story. | | | | I am tired of me being one |
| I want to go to partiesscream out songswear | | | | I want to go to a party. |
| nothing at allmaybe just a ruby on my cheek. | | | | I want to be wild. |
| I want to go to a tattoo gallerycount their fairy | | | | I feel jealous of the dragonand so do you. |
| tattooson other people, maybe me | | | | I do not care that you won't admit it. |
| I want to fly freeand not care about anything at | | | | I don't believe you. |
| all. | | | | Just down the hallwaythere you arejust as I |
| I want to drink till I cannot standcut the ribbon in | | | | thoughtcounting the daysand all your pennies. |
| the hallway. | | | | |