It's not so hard -------------------------------------------
There she goes again
Walking down the street
Her head hung down
Staring at her feet
Dressed in a plaid skirt
And an old Nirvana shirt
She whispers her fears
And boxes her tears
Her old black and white chucks
Are her best friend
And that crazy flute guy on south st
He knows all her problems
She speaks of nothing less
And thinks of everything more
Wants to grow and be an artist
And have a band to tour
All of this can be told by her eyes
There the only thing that never lies
She hides behind a brass smile
That can always last her a long while
Listen to that song she sings
That fairytale
Of her being a peasant
And her love a prince
You could learn allot from watching her
You just wait and see
She lives with nothing more then a drawing pad
And an old blue Sharpie
So nows the end of my rhyme
Sorry for wasting your precious time
But I am happy Ive come to see
Its really not so hard being me
Submission Name: It's not so hard
