frustrated.

I know I'm not a Drake

won't be a Bukowski

I'm just a girl

living in between

everything and nothing

so you can see me dream

sleeping awake 'n rushing

through the clouds

fulfilled emptiness

I'm an oxymoron

turning too fast

while stucking motionless

inside my head

I'm a paradoxon

not a Sheeran,

no Lovato,

I'm not keeping any fans,

I'm not a star-

give concerts in my pants,

just wearing a bra

I just write,

play the guitar

sing my songs

way too far to

let anyone come too close

not in love,

still a lover

upside down

I want to cover

what I own

I'm rushing through the woods

of my childhood

escaping into a city of hidden dreams

still not a woman,

no girl anymore

learning about hate 'n

the things that I adore

getting mad,

getting strong,

writing texts,

singing songs

all night long

don't know where all of this

is heading to

for the first time of my life

I'm not a Drake

won't be a Bukowski,

feel like a Charlie

written by a Chbosky

here I am

won't let me take from

anyone again

maybe we'll meet later,

but I'm not the same

never was

I'm just human,

a girl

living in between

don't try to catch me,

cause I never failed at

rising up again

feeling like the sun,

causing rain,

like a moon,

getting howled from pain

I'm not a caption

I don't want a baseman,

just going on with

find a destination

everything and nothing

is what I feel like

maybe that's impossible,

maybe just too easy

but I'm not existing

just to make sense

for anybody

you can struggle with

loving or hating me,

but that's your problem

not mine

I have my own stars

to lose and find again,

getting lost in space,

maybe that's what I am

but don't pay attention

to my words,

better find your own