Christa’s Musings

I know you’ve got it figured out 
Tell me what I am all about 
And I just might learn a thing or two 
Hundred about you, maybe about you 
I’m the end of your telescope 
I don’t change just to suit your vision 
‘Cause I am bound by a fraying rope 
Around my hands, tied around my hands 

And you close your eyes when I say I’m breaking free 
And put your hands over both your ears 
Because you cannot stand to believe I’m not 
The perfect girl you thought 
Well what have I got to lose?

And what if I’m a weeping willow? 
Laughing tears upon my pillow?
What if I’m a socialite who wants to be alone?
What if I’m a toothless leopard?
What if I’m a sheepless shepherd?
What if I’m an angel without wings to take me home?

You don’t know me 
Never will, never will 
I’m outside your picture frame 
And the glass is breaking now 
You can’t see me 
Never will, never will 
If you’re never gonna see.

-What If, Emilie Autumn