Maybe I was

a little girl,

That nobody thought could feel?

Maybe I was 

a child,

that nobody thought was real?

Maybe I am 

a woman,

Whom everyone thinks is strong?

Maybe I am still,

a little girl,

who only thinks she's wrong?

But leaves turn many colors,

and maybe, so do I.

'Cause if I escape this madness,

I plan to learn to fly,

instead of cry.