Every day I hear that phrase,
How I’m going through a phase.
All these voices in my head,
All those feelings of being misled

16 years of life
And it hurts like a knife

And through all my tears
from all these passing years,

I still think of the how and when
For that better life
That could have been

If I could just see
That is the key

To see that me,
I’d rather be.

I pick up the pen
Let the words flow on the page
I write my way to tomorrow
I Write my way
To a better day

So hear my song
I am here, where I belong

Hear my song
Here I am,
more than strong

Hear my song
I’ve held these words far too long

And I promise myself
That one day

I can say
That I’m the me,
I’d rather be