Proud

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?