drea

you can call me drea/i like soccer yea-ah//when i'm with friends i get wild/just like a little child//i'm at any dance party or punk show/i think everything is funny, don't you know//i'm an oddball/i'm awkward and silly wherever i go//so please take note of this/it's something you may miss
Art | is release that swallows me whole
makes | me cry for being fate with love
life | of a palette of vibrant colors
worth | a million or more smiles
living. | beyond any tangible realm
Drama | holds me hostage
painted | are my hands
plain. | is my belief
Sweet | succulent splashes surround me
surrender. | because this is what I love