Texty: Brea. Miss Mary-Jane.

Dear Miss Mary-Jane,

They say I wanna be like you
They say I even sound like you
Do you believe them too?

Dear Miss Mary-Jane,
When they talk about your life
Oh they can?t help but find
How it compares to mine

No fear no guilt no shame
Don?t give a shit about the names
Yeah, I can relate and I know that it?s my fate

Dear Miss Mary-Jane
Don?t you hurt sometimes?
Do you lay down at night
Intending not to rise?

Oh, when you cry
Do you hide your eyes
Just so you can see right through their eyes
Miss Mary-Jane

Dear Miss Mary-Jane
Was it hard to be your self
When you had to be someone else
In a world that helps it?s self

And their talking, talking
Like they think that they know the truth
They?re so right they?ve got the proof
Oh, and they?re coming down on you

And they say you felt the shame
When the papers all named names
But they don?t know a thing
Why can?t they just let you sing

Dear Miss Mary-Jane
Don?t you hurt sometimes?
Do you lay down at night
Intending not to rise?

Oh, when you cry
Do you hide your eyes
Just so you can see right through their eyes
Miss Mary-Jane