I count the days until I may finally be free,

I feel like a prisoner that no one can see!

I'm always so lost but yet some how I am found,

I count the days until I may finally find a true best friend,

Sadly the days that i could may never end,

It feels like I am in a cage that i wasnt forced into,

I count the days until i finally decide to come out.

I'm just a girl who is afraid to live life,

Some how I'm not afraid to grow up...

I count the days until I can finally say I am happy,

Instead I just always end up feeling so crappy.

Why do some people seem to find happiness while others cannot?

I count the days until i find the answer to all of life's questions,

I guess I'll never know them because it all takes experience,

No one in this world is fit to handle the truth.... the real truth.. or are we?