zinnia

Twenty now, this isn't how I thought it would work out

Breaking vows, might take a bow

Because I'm tired of feeling down

Put all of my anger into a microphone

It's no one's fault but my own, please just let me be alone

All my friends they were plastic, and I was silicone

Fit into molds, now watch me grow

I won't see it through to twenty-two

I thought I had nothing to lose

Maybe views, or my muse

I hope these thoughts had a chance to defuse

But it's looking like I might just have to give it up