You can hate me but what do I care Everything from the tattoo on my wrist To the color of my hair You created like a seed in the ground You water me down
Observation My situation Ain't looking up I'm having stupid suicidal thoughts Complication My hesitation To cut you off Has put me at a total loss I
Once there was a little girl Who lived in a little house Left there by her little self Quiet as a little mouse In her bed across the hall Awake with
Sad lookin' faces On these money makin' races ya A tired child With a soul that's running wild ya On a Saturday subway to a long distant place I'm trying
They always said you were unhealthy Wouldn't be there for me, but I knew different They always said that you would break me Bend me and forsake me, I
I wanna find peace like Mahatma Gandhi Wanna drink champagne and be cool like Blondie Buy a backpack, let's leave the country 'Cause if I got you, I'm
I don't talk the way I should If I could just fit in I would I'm the new chick in the neighborhood I don't dress the way I could Sometimes I'm bad but
Like everyone else in Hollywood I'm good at make-believe I know how to make my entrance But I don't know how to leave 'Cause this time it really hurts
I have been lost in my life And I mean over and over again But there was something inside me that felt so right You and music were my only friend You
There's tight turns and roadblocks and rivers to cross Dead ends and dirt roads and miles to walk Dark clouds and blue skies and rain in between Laughter
I felt in a perfect way I never had a choice to make Crest into your tidal wave I didn't even stroke on Sail right through your atmosphere Close my eyes
Translation: Sarah Hudson. Naked Truth.
Translation: Sarah Hudson. Little.
Translation: Sarah Hudson. Unlove You.
Translation: Sarah Hudson. Gandhi.
Translation: Sarah Hudson. Call It My Life.
Translation: Sarah Hudson. Sentimental Saturday.
Translation: Sarah Hudson. Fake Rain.
