there's a weeping willow in the backyard

Mitchell and Rocco have a game.

It's a we can do it, catch us game.

I don't catch on.

Slower and unsure,

I waddle my way through life.

Acting,

I'm always acting.

Gotta make sure they know

I'm strong.

Gotta make sure

I'm better than them.

Mom and Dad insist I win.

Do good in school,

you'll make it far.

They don't know...

it should be well.

They don't care though-

it only matters that I understand.

Gotta shine,

gotta win.

Gotta make sure they know

I'm better than them.

Lauren's acting out on a whim.

Shes fire; she's hot.

She's Puerto Rican flame.

She burns; she fights.

She's not alright.

I'll show her who's right.

I smolder, don't burn.

Passion needs a steady heat.

I'm right, so right.

Surely, I'm better than her.

I'm wrong, so wrong.

I should have never run away.

I'm fleeing; I'm seeking.

I'm finding out what's right.

I'm stress relieving play-doh,

and pacing halls.

I'm crazy, mental illness.

I'm everything wrong.

But,

I'm me.

I'm persistent.

I'm moving on.

I know that at some point

I'll be alright.