by Julia Quinn
Raw emotion wrapped in pure grief.
|If I could walk a thousand miles away
I would get myself away from this place
There is so much pressure all around
I walk in my house and I am scared to make a sound
I'm failing at life, I'm different I'm shy
I'm supposed to get straight A's
But I'm just not feeling it today
I'm supposed to be getting a job soon
Starting college next summer, its true
But I'm still a junior in high school
I'm just a girl
Pressured to get ahead
I'm just a girl, I don't wanna get out of bed
Today... Today... I don't wanna get outta bed..