Tangled Reflections

(hummmm) I used to be the gentle kid

Who ran inside before it rained

Now I am fifteen on the floor

Carrying all this heavy pain

I scream at Mom across the hall And slam the door against

the frame

I throw my words like broken glass Saying things I never meant

Then the fire turns to cold ash And all the fury is

just spent

One minute

I am burning red The next I cannot leave my bed I

look into the bathroom glass And wonder when the good girl passed

(ohhh) I hate the storm I make them weather

Will I ever hold together?

My dad just stands outside my room His quiet knock against the

wood

I hear him ask if I'm alright

I would answer if I could Instead I cry into the sheet

Wondering who I used to be

Where did the sweet girl run to?

Why did my mind turn dark and wild?

Fifteen years of growing up

Just to lose the gentle child (ahhhh)

One minute I

am burning red The next I cannot leave my bed I look

into the bathroom glass And wonder when the good girl passed

I hate the storm I make them weather

I just want

to be together

I'm so sorry, Mom

I didn't mean to shout (hummmm)