I was not born yesterday.
I punched the air in silent frustration
Because i know i am a golden songbird
And yet i am too young, too little to know
Anything about the real, live world
Can’t control that stinky life of yours
Your choices make no sense to society
My words just falsetto, pretty and fake
Child, you’re innocent, straight pure
How could you possibly understand more?
I am not the same girl that I was yesterday.
Because my mind is a broken glass mine
It reflects what i’ve learned and seen
A million thousand times in full colour
And i’ve seen, and i’ve felt and i’ve hurt
And i still know i am not fully ready
But damn, i’m bruised and i’ve climbed tall hills
This roaring heart ain’t weak, she’s fought
And she will not hesitate in the face
Of a storm, no matter how wretched
I am better than yesterday.