I’m afraid to sleep
I’m afraid the street
Has a dead end
Or goes in a circle
It’s almost crippling
My heart is combusting
So much so that
I can no longer twirl
It’s not the mistakes
Done in your freedom
It’s the lessons learned
In your own prison
What can my heart do?
It can’t make dreams true
What good is my soul?
I can’t survive the sea
I was invincible
Now I’m disposable
And I wonder
How much more can life break me?
It’s not the mistakes
Done in your freedom
It’s the lessons learned
In your own prison
And my cage is made of diamonds
I want a lover named Evan
And I’m like a suppressed diva
Without a fan to say, “Fuck yeah!’
Whenever the diva’s sing
They are so liberating
My strength comes along
In a diva’s song
It’s not the mistakes
Done in your freedom
It’s the lessons learned
In your own prison.