I’m from a kingdom that buys peoples hearts and makes them bleed of joy that is not real joy, they take the mind and turn it into a hard working cash register, they trade your soul and grasp your mind
I’m from a tender hearted family that makes it so every little move I cry in happiness and sorrow
I’m from an old creek lake that swallows laughter and makes you smile every time you put a finger in the water
I’m from the dusty ripped up trampoline that can hardly hold a leaf, that has limbs on it making it go down and down to where the tramp is on the cold snowy ground
I’m from an island called a house with 4 wooden caved in rooms
I’m from the school inside my house where I do all the work, isn’t that the point?
I’m from the roads named honeysuckle and houses with broken numbers
I’m from the crackled rode’s that we ride on, wheels going up and down, and all around
I’m from the bed that leaks and desk as hard as a rock
I’m from… the girl inside of me