Rosy

I'm getting real close to the ground Getting used to the feeling of dirt in my lungs I cried my makeup off this morning Makes me wonder why i even bother putting it on I don't think i've given up yet No, you don't get to see me cry I'm gonna see my way through this Even if it takes Half of the rest of my life I used to think the world was candy Made up of only the things that were sweet I guess i got so many fillings But somehow managed to miss All the rot hidden underneath Oh, living inside a bubble Isolated from the things i'd need to know Might have helped me stay rosy But in the end it just stunted my growth