Texty: Madita. Wannabee.

Compressing down my spine
To my childhood size
Pressure steals my shine
And now IA'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 didnA't have to climb

And gasping like IA'm not fine

Wannabe so rushed out
Wannabe so washed out
Wannabe so screamed out
Wannabe so freaked out