Violets are red
Daisies are blue
Roses are Yellow
Oops the flowers all died
What’s up with my mind?
I can play basketball with the moon.
I run out in the middle of monsoons
I have the world at my feet
So what I’m short and sweet.
Mhmm, I may be different
And if I were to fall
The ground will then turn into wine
Yep yep this world is so brutal
I’d soar high so high that I feel like dying
I can feel how I want to feel


















Be who I want to be
Not the people who want me to be like them
But me























Let’s all get down in with the sugar
The world is at my feet
And you know what else?
It’s in yours too.