Dear Me,
I've been contemplating what I've been wanting to say all day
But as I stare at the screen my mind seems blank
As if all thoughts never existed
As if they just simply sank
But eventually It'll come to me, I guess that how I live my life
Wishing and hoping
Maybe a just roll of a dice
I'm always trying to do the right thing
What's expected of me
Little Stephie, always the girl you ought to be
But in the strive to be perfect have a I failed to see
But in the strive to be perfect have a I failed to see
What's really me and what's make believe
Now I'm not saying I'm an image of illusion
I'm saying I have not seen my conclusion...
I'm young with potential with so much to learn
I'm young with potential with so much to learn
Along life to live
It's finally my turn
Maybe I see myself as clay
Molded from my experiences
Molding now into my own doorway
Of dreams...
Of passions...
Of thoughts...
Of emotions...
I guess of me
Of dreams...
Of passions...
Of thoughts...
Of emotions...
I guess of me
That's all I could ever be
And fortunately
That's more than enough
Love,
Stephanie
Stephanie
