Maybe I'm too much.
My voice is loud and I've always stood proud,
If people are popscicles I'm the purple one.
You might not want me, but you certainly cant ignore me.
Maybe I'm not enough.
My hands, they ache, from trying to hold on to the things that should never have been mine.
Nothing that I want has ever wanted me back.
I've taken a few too many steps in the wrong direction.
I always thought that if I didnt look down, I'd make it across this tight rope, no sweat.
But this rope is shaking and my legs are quaking
And I forgot to ask about a net.