Someone new is trying to hold me,
it's so foreign,
they are trying to take your place it seems,
but I think that's exactly what I need,
to look beyond this misery.
I feel confused,
am I happy?
Am I sad?
All I wanted was to become your family.
It seems that won't happen,
I clean up my spilled mess of emotions with napkins,
but they leak through,
Now I'm forced to paint this default smile back on again.
Green is my favorite color,
It's the color of the life on earth,
the color of the natural beauty everywhere.
I couldn't live without green,
I think you are my green,
I set the freshly made cookies down in front of them,
they smile.
That smile makes me feel warm, happy, it makes me feel full,
He says he's mine,
but am I really his?
Should I push these feelings aside and let him in?
Is their some kind of line that decides if I'm his?
Is this right?
do we really fit?
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