I wrote a song., I don't know what to call it yet. Options

[Rebecca]

Is there a place where I belong?
I guess not, because I'm writing this song.
One place is not enough for a person like me.
Maybe there is, in another reality.

Is there a world where I fit in?
A place where a brand new life can begin?
There could never be, just one me.
There'd have to be,
maybe five or six or two hundred and three

Is it just that I'm not black and white
In a world that thinks that it's only right?
A world where I can be who I want to, but not really?
In this world, to be what you want
You need everything you've got
And then some,
Maybe this world just isn't cut out for me.

They say that, life can't get any better
But I say that, this world has got so much more to offer
If only we could look past our eyes
And see the horizon past the skies

Listen, to the sounds of
Everyone that's on the ground
Hear the mindless chatter
Ignore it, it doesn't matter

Is it just that I'm not black and white
In a world that thinks that it's only right?
A world where I can be who I want to, but not really?
In this world, to be what you want
You need everything you've got
And then some,
Maybe this world just isn't cut out for me.

Maybe writing from the heart
Even from the start it's just
Not enough to make a life
Living what you love?

Is it just too much to
Ask for a chance to be great
At the thing I'm best at?
At the thing I dream to be?

Is it just that I'm not black and white
In a world that thinks that that's only right?
A world where I can be who I want to, but not really?
In this world, to be what you want
You need everything you've got
And then some,
Maybe this world just isn't cut out for me.

Is there a world where I fit in?
A place where a brand new life can begin?
There could never be, just one me.
There'd have to be,
maybe five or six or two hundred and three






Maybe in a while (when I remember to charge my camera's batteries) I'll record me playing it on the piano, maybe even singing it.