I am the clothes on my back.
I am the makeup on my face,
The cherry liquid lip
And the Black cotton Lace.
I am my friend Bloo,
With her chocolate doe eyes.
It doesn't happen often
But shell call me when she cries.
I am the music
And the fifty thousand screaming fans,
Taking a break from their lives
As loudly as they can.
I am everyone i meet
On the street and down the hall.
I am every band I listen to
With songs about pain and breaking walls.
I am yearning to be more.
I am running away.
Ask me what I am without my life,
What I would be if I stayed.
I am not my smiley self
When the heels don't fit right.
Without my Bloo,
I would cry myself to sleep at night.
And without my music,
I'd be no one I want to meet.
I am a sum of my parts;
Without them I am not me.
