My mental health is in jeopardy,
I want to get on a plane
And go somewhere far
And forget about this world....
For I am lonely within my grieving
I want nothing to do with temp agencies anymore
Because they\'ve screwed me over too many times
I have finally waved the white flag!
My heart is in ruins
Because people don\'t care
About the wayward girl
Begging for change...
For I long for this world to change!
I live across the street
Begging for a dime
Every day,
And now I see that society is broken
I crawl from limb to limb
Looking for a heart space,
Somewhere I can call my home
My real home,
For I never had a real home...
I am a sunflower
And society is dirt
Crumbling at the seams,
I wonder what this all means
For I truly wear my heart on my sleeve
And I wonder what\'s to become of society.
I want pretty flowers in the spring
I want a home to call my own,
I want real friends who love me
I want a family who needs me
I just want someone to hold me...
What does this all mean?
For I am a wayward girl
Behind the scenes,
No one really sees me
For I am invisible
To society.