sometimes i wish i were a bird...
so i can fly to the mountains.
mountains are beautiful.
i like beautiful things.
i also like ugly things...

i love to sit in silence..
and let my thoughts escape me.

being alone is nice, but i also like being with someone.
i love being held tight, i love to dance and sing.
i love the thought of being on his mind.

i wish i were a young teenager again
when all my thoughts were easy, life was easy.

i need to release my stress..
i need to scream at the top of my lungs.

i want to be free...like a bird.