I think I could be beautiful given time.
I think I could be happy given time.
I think I would cherish my time spent in the right state of mind.
I think I could be lovely given time.
I think I could be perfect given time.
But I have so much work left to do that I think the hourglass would empty too soon.
And my future looks bleak; I've fallen in too deep.
And I've lost the rope to get me out of here.
Throw me a new one; please someone throw me a lifeline
Before I run out of time.
I think I could be careful given time.
I think I could be wiser given time
I think I would listen to my own advice if I could trust myself.
I think I could deter sadness given time.
I think I could deter madness given time.
Forget all this nonsense; draw my own lines of what I want in my life.
And I choose to be lost, and I choose to not be found.
I run from grace and hide from the ones who want to save me.
I'll wish upon a shooting star, wishing I could shoot that far.
Fly straight into another galaxy.
