I am sweet and innocent
In the eyes of a stranger
But they don\'t know who I am behind closed doors
It is sort of like a movie scene
When a girl gets lost in her own company
Without the peak of self-destruction
Though I am independent in love
Where plastic flowers bloom out of nowhere
I trust my gut
As I feel silent butterflies
Bursting out of a movie scene that is nonexistent
Though I am the loneliest girl in the cave
Proud! Proud I am
Looking at this giant bathwater full of problems
Shall I sink or shall I swim
In life\'s luxuries?
Shall I taint the TV screen
With my thoughts?
I want to ride off into the sunset
With an indigenous cowboy
Shall I be the leading lady
In his silent movie?
For at home
I can be whatever I want
With whomever I want
Though if I choose to jump off a bridge
I won\'t be indigenous about it
For life is not on a TV screen
Nor in a silent movie
As the waters rush to my head
And I rest my body onshore
I open my eyes and I realize,
What couch is embedded in a dream?
Let us die together, indigenous cowboy
Kill me with your everlasting love
Let us wipe the ceiling fans away
And put in a western theme...
What proud is proud on a cloud?