There seems to be some yelling here.
Chaos, rage, anger and some fear.
A look of tears and I saw one leer.
Take me away; run with me.
Fly me afar; I don't want to be here.

You can keep yelling,
you can run after me.
But I can keep flying and floating
and just learning how to be.
I'm in my own little
self-concious world.
You can not tell me
how to be this kind of girl.

I'm sensing anger coming from that way.
I hate feeling like I need to pretend it's all okay.
I heard you tell me to be "nicer" today
but I'm not sure you heard everything I wanted to say.

You can keep yelling,
you can run after me.
But I can keep flying and floating
and just learning how to be.
I'm in my own little
self-concious world.
You can not tell me
how to be ''this kind'' of girl.

Holding me, telling me to flee.
Smothering me with words too sweet
and then yelling words of anger and seethe.
Why would you turn on me so quickly?

You can keep yelling;
keep running after me.
But I will still continue to fly
as you try to catch up with me.
I will be in my own
small little world
but I will never turn to be
your perfect kind of girl.

I am, who I am
I continue to be
whomever I chose
what I wish you would see.
I am what I am
I chose to be what you see.
So can't you just coincide
with whatever I do?
Support me with my choice
I would have supported you.

Because I am who I chose to be
can't you just coincide with what I want you to see?
I wish you would just support how I feel
because you don't see and feel how real
this seems to be
to me.