I’m a superstitious girl

It’s me, hi, I’m the problem, it’s me.
I’ve lived in shadows long enough to know their shape.

I’m all out of faith, this is how I feel.
Like a painting left out in the rain—colors bleeding into silence.

I tried to dance with the devil in the pale moonlight.
His grin knew secrets that my soul had buried deep.

I walked across an empty land.
Hoping echoes would answer the questions I couldn’t ask.

Big girls cry when their hearts are breaking.
And tears fall heavy when no one sees them coming.

Well, I’ve got thick skin and an elastic heart.
But even rubber snaps when pulled too far for too long.

Every time I cry, I get a little bit stronger.
Strength built from the weight of every ache I’ve carried.

You’re a little late, I’m already torn.
The pieces don’t fit like they used to, but I wear them anyway.

I’m getting old and I need something to rely on.
And in the hush of uncertainty, my heart still hums.

Seasons, they will change—life will make you grow.
And one day, I’ll bloom in places I never thought I’d go.