'll persuit the freedom even if its not really there
'll run away everytime i feel overwhelmed
(and it happens so oftn!)

'll say im a good woman even if i u dont say so
(sometimes i wanna run away, really)
want to fly around and become something else
something so unknown.
something so different.
something so real.
something.

(put the literature in front of me, as always. it sounds better)

even when u come and say my entire world its a lie.

sometimes i believe im not really here
or i dont even realize where i am.

sometimes i want to push the door in front of me so far away
i want it to disappear
(or wish that door opens something else)

we're a cordel. i already told ya.