My crown is heavy
My flowers are dead
I sit in the darkness and try to make light out of it
On nights when I feel overgrown
I sit in the darkness and try to recall my home
Sometimes I miss home
Sometimes I wish I could crawl back in my mother's womb
Sometimes I wish I was better paid
Sometimes I wish I was less afraid
My heart is heavy
A sign that I've grown
The weight of the loss that we're doomed to the moment we're born
Sometimes I wish I could know
Who should I get more attached to before they go
And if I will go
How many years til I stop being beautiful
Sometimes I wish I would never age
Sometimes I wish I was less afraid
My soul is empty
My star is burned out
I cannot control all the words that fly out of my mouth
Sometimes I wish I could shout f*ck this shit,
Pour gasoline on it, and burn it down
Til it's ash on the ground
Ashes and burned out stars make a beautiful sound
Would you listen to me now
Would you listen to my howl