I lie on my bed.
I look over at the mirror,
I see myself, not satisfied.
Don't want to go to school.
I don't want to be denied.
So, for right now
I would like to cry here and dream,
Dream of the life that makes me scream.
Don't bother me now
I just need to look into that mirror and say I'm proud of me,
after a couple months
Maybe I'll believe myself
and hopefully feel relieved.
But for right now
I lie on my bed.
Get ready for another day,
get ready to smile and say... hey.
So if you'll excuse me,
I need to wake up,
put on my make up,
Get ready for a challenge.
Most people call school.
