I won't settle for something the makes me average
Although as I'm writing this down, it's what I am
Struggling to keep above the surface of the water
Striving to become one with the flying birds

It is hard to swim above the people who think they're being helpful
The same people who believe that being over dramatic has a price tag
Their cruel comments shouldn't get into my head
But my brain doesn't reflect and repel like a mirror

But then again I do sometimes wonder
What it'd be like to dream with my eyes open
Taking in every adventure, every second of the seemingly unrealistic paradise
But when the daydream ends, it's all over