All I need.

This insanity, the one you wear upon your sleeve,
is mocking me, and it makes me want to leave.

But where would I go, in this big bad world?
Nobody comprehends.
I don't have a home, I'm a clumsy girl.
And i'm always on the mend.

So I'll keep my chin up, because thats how it goes.
I'll fend for myself and I won't let it show.
How I'm scared, frankly, to death.

Does it make me a coward?
How I'd run for the hills.
I know I depress you,
how you grab for your pills.

But you've washed them down the drain.

And now you kick yourself for having such faith,
and you contort your face in response to the pain.

I can't help but to feel a bitter victory.

So I hide my smug face,
and stride down the street.

Because the fresh air is all that I need.