Brittany Rose - From the Trees

Tired of letting people in
Who don't hear me
Cause they call me pretty

Tired of being the casualty
Of your outings
Cause you're not exciting

The air that I breath
In deep and clean
A reward for my sanity

In your place grew a garden
Pure and sweet
I can pick what I want
from the trees

Afraid of the feeling
Afraid of the hurting
What I had to do to see
In a forest
The shadows
Threaten the light that leads

I don't need
Anyone anyone
Weighing me Down
You know me
Push comes to shove
I'm taking you down

I can pick what I want from the trees
Free never looked so good on me

As the smoke clears
I know me again
Yeah she's like a friend

Haven't seen in ages
Locked in cages
I'll take her to heaven

Thorns through her faith
How many days
Was she left by a friend

In their place grew a garden
Holy in me
I can pick what I want

Afraid of the feeling
Afraid of them leaving
What I had to do to see
In a forest
The shadows

I can pick what I want
The love that I want
The people around me
The end of my story

Written by:
Brittany Rose

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