Pink dress

Glitter on the hall walls,lights in the gym, couples taking pictures,tryin to fit in,arms linked tonight,and I am holding my phone like it’s saving my life.

My friends are laughing they’re not alone, I smiled so wide, felt like a ghost.

I’m dancing in my pink dress , pink dress

Mama called me princess

Or is she simply the girl that’s too scared to confess

How desperate she is just too be loved

And How much she wants to feel like she’s enough

Slow songs are playing and i stare at the floor, wish that someone would see me for who I am and more, i’m supposed to be having time of my life

But when I see people living that teenage dream, it feels like being cut by a knife

I fake my smile so no one can tell, that I’m drowning with glitter, my own little hell

I’m dancing in my pink dress, pink dress, mama called me princess or is that the girl simply too scared to confess, how desperate she wants to be loved, and how much she wants to feel like she’s enough

Oh that she’s enough

Enough

She has all these friends but are they there?

She can never feel unloved, and is that fair?

Never good enough to be someone’s everything

They say the grass is always greener, but what if it’s not?

What if this heartbreaking? gut wrenching? Hole in her heart? The Place that feels empty? And hollow?And never catches a spark? Is it something that never gets flames?! Flames!

Cause now I’m still here dancing in pink dress, pink dress, mama calls me princess, where is she? Simply the girl scared to confess how desperate she wants to be loved how she may never feel enough but she’s still dancing in that pink dress! Mmmhmm