No one had a clue that I was a shy promdi girl still learning the ins and outs of the big city.
Sometimes I get so weird. I even freak myself out. I laugh myself to sleep and it's my lullaby. Sometimes I drive so fast just to feel the danger. I wanna scream and it makes me feel alive.
Is it enough to love?
Is it enough to breathe?
- Somebody rip my heart out and leave me here to bleed.
Is it enough to die?
-Somebody save my life. I'd rather be anything but ordinary please.
To walk within the lines would make my life so boring. I want to know that I have been to the extreme. So knock me off my feet come on now give it to me. Anything to make me feel alive.