Iu0027d love to be somebody else.
With a family who adores me no matter what I do.
Iu0027d love to be somebody else.
Where I could still be loved and live my truth.

Oh, the pinnacle of perfectionism,
A programmed babe of the algorithm,
No matter what I look like or label myself to be.
I wouldnu0027t have to be preached at,
Practiced smile to the rat-a-tat,
And they wouldnu0027t judge my ability based on what they believe.

Strange, annoying vanity,
In the mirror of birth family,
Made in the image of some kind of safety.
I could always apologize,
But I know that it would be a lie,
Cause no matter what I do, theyu0027d say Iu0027m crazy.

I donu0027t know,
If could go and,
Brave this storm.
I donu0027t know.
I know itu0027s close.
Thereu0027s rough waters,
Can I be myself,
Or only their daughter?
I donu0027t know.
Itu0027s all so close,
And fragile.

Fragile.
Fragile.
Fragile.

Iu0027d love to be just myself,
With a family who adores me no matter what I do.
Iu0027d love to be just myself,
Where I could still be loved and live my truth.

Oh, the human Iu0027Mperfectionism,
Of natureu0027s mathematical algorithms,
No matter what I look like or label myself to be.
I wouldnu0027t have to be preached at,
Or listen to Godu0027s diplomat.
And they wouldnu0027t judge my ability based on what they see.

But they still think Iu0027m a tragedy,
Yet they live through theirs so casually,
See something new and they call upon the cavalry.
I donu0027t want to apologize,
For deciding I donu0027t want to live a lie.
I think that I wonu0027t mind if they call me crazy.

I want to know.
I want to go, and
Brave this storm.
I want to know.
Thereu0027s a rainbow here some where,
I can sense it, I know itu0027s there.
I want to know.
Itu0027s all so close,
But fragile.

Fragile.
Fragile.
Fragile.

- - - -

My spooky fascinations,
My cracked foundations,
Giving in to imperfect temptations.
Fallen angel with a broken knee,
A price I paid for a silent scream.
My ambitious expectations,
My over explanations,
Hung up on the wall as a violation.
The approval of an invisible father,
But I never was and never will be his daughter.
Itu0027s my decision this time,
I want to live, I donu0027t care if I die.
Itu0027s my decision, itu0027s my life,
Iu0027m a powerful truth - not a beautiful lie.
Iu0027ve been broken before,
And I put myself together,
The gold in the cracks,
Thatu0027s what makes me better.