It’s my stand
We’re all going crazy
And yet I just sit on the wall
Hung up like a china doll
I’m supposed to be
The one who has a cool head
And can always see
Every possibility
But right now
I don’t wanna be that
I’m tired of being the one to sit and stay
I wanna be me
It’s my stand
We’re all going crazy
And yet I just sit on the wall
Hung up like a china doll
The alarms are shouting
At me again
While the waffles are burning
In my mouth
The wind plays tag
With me again
As the walls come crumbling down
The sun peaks though the ruins
It’s my stand
We’re all going crazy
And yet I just sit on the wall
Hung up like a china doll
While the word will paint they’re masks
I’ll take off mine
I’ll stand on the ground
For the first time
The bars are gone suddenly
Then I realize I’m finally free
To make my stand
Now I’ll stand up and be me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem