Things To Do

© 2001 Lilly Lavner

I feel so confused and all alone
Is this what it'll be like when I'm out on my own?
Aching to be older; to have responsibility
But will the stress and worry of it all kill me?

Schoolwork and life incite such worriment galore
When people act like it's nothing, I'm pushing to do more
Parties and friends should be cause for merriment
But they never seem to help you in your internal arguments

So many things to do in such little time
If I want to go dancing in the rain, is that such a crime?
People should be allowed to feel free
Yet sometimes I feel like the world is out to get me

They say: "your music isn't happy enough"
"She won't make it in an industry so tough"
Even more reasons to work harder and slave
People scorn me laughing as I'm trying to be brave

So many things to do in such little time
If I want to go dancing in the rain, is that such a crime?
People should be allowed to be free
So why do I feel like the world is out to get me?

Someone please tell me, will this all be over soon?
Is there a time, a place, to hide alone up in my room?
So much noise; no silence; all this confusion
Let me return quietly to my childhood illusions
Singing and crying are so similar in healing
They help to express those things that one is feeling
Songwriting and painting, are they really that much the same?
When I look at art it's just confusing to my brain
Life's a sensory overload that can make you feel insane

So many things to do in such little time
If I want to go dancing in the rain is that such a crime?
People should be allowed to be free
So why do I think that the world is out to get me?
And why does the world refuse to accept me as me?