| compressing down my spine | |
| to my childhood size | |
| pressure steals my shine | |
| and now I'm not, not mine | |
| wannabe so rushed out | |
| wannabe so washed out | |
| wannabe so screamed out | |
| wannabe so freaked out | |
| comparing to my time | |
| as flashy butterfly | |
| I didn't have to climb | |
| and gasping like I'm not fine | |
| wannabe so rushed out | |
| wannabe so washed out | |
| wannabe so screamed out | |
| wannabe so freaked out |