I am terrified
this letter I write, in full knowledge
you're going to do the same thing
and make me figure this out on my own
"You're a big girl..."
but I need guidance
I'm afraid to choose
so I'm afraid to let myself
I'm scared of the ambition and burning desire
that's building inside me; something
I've never seen
But you see, I want to be,
up there in front of thousands
and I want to hear the audience singing along
many said, you've got the talent
you just have to want it badly enough
now I'm ready to scream it
(I do, really I do want)
But I'm afraid
scared of what people will say
"You're throwing your life away
working on your music....
you'd better practise saying
'Fries with that?'
You can live in your sister's basement"
what the hell did you set me up for?
Couldn't you make me such
that I want something else,
like a job that's respectable, with a regular pay cheque,
and maybe you could've given me
that blind respect for authority
that's valued so well in society...
why didn't you?
You had to make it hard for me?!
What if I don't have the courage?
I have to try.
I won't be satisfied unless I try everything...
why did you make me strong enough
to attempt this
in spite of how
those whom I care about
don't believe in me...?
You had to make me different...