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This is a folk song I wrote while sitting outside a cafe.

I am 9 years old
Seeing bugs in my sheets
Being told that I'm bad
'Cause I won't go to sleep

But at least my grades are good
Medication is working the way that it should

But this is as small as my troubles will be ever again

If you want to die on a hill
With rose-colored glasses
Fused to your face, go ahead

I am now fourteen
Writing songs every day
"It's not safe to obsess
Don't get carried away"

Don't know why you're picking me apart
Don't feel good in my house so I cling to my art

You say you wanna die on a hill
With rose-colored glasses
Fused to your face, well you can
Why'd you wanna die on a hill
With your rose-colored glasses
When you could be changing your heart?

The years go by
And I struggle to work
And I witness the power, abuse, and the hurt

That I've come to know too well
Afraid of climbing the staircase where others have fell

We stand with the oppressed
And we stand with our signs
You're so passionate until the suffering's mine
Why is simple abuse where you're drawing your line?

I go crying and pleading and changing my tone
Go through hell that you're lucky that you'll never know
When the day comes for me to pack up and to leave
I will sit on the curb as I cry and I bleed
But for now my found family is what I call home
I'll play nice now until it is my turn to go

If you want to die on a hill
With rose-colored glasses
Fused to your face, now I know
If you're gonna die on a hill
With your rose-colored glasses
I can't hold your hand when you go.