| Keep thinking that the room will grow to fit my size
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| But I keep stumbling around
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| Pumping my head in the dark
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| Grabbing something that’s not there, breathing flat air
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| We refuse to be scared to walk all alone
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| We refuse to say we’re okay, we won’t be so
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| I know that I’ll get my own
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| I can’t spend any more time
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| Any more time here in the dark
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| I know that I’ll get my own
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| I can’t spend any more time
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| Any more time here in the dark
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| Finally realized that my head is just the right size
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| It’s just as
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| Keeping the blood from my brain
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| I think it’s time for a change
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| We refuse to be scared to walk all alone
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| We refuse to say we’re okay, with less than equal pay
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| I know that I’ll get my own
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| I can’t spend any more time
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| Any more time here in the dark
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| I know that I’ll get my own
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| I can’t spend any more time
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| Any more time here in the dark
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| I know that I’ll get my own
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| And I know that I’ll get my own
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| And I know that I’ll get my own
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| And I know that I’ll get my own |