Too much
You’re too much
I can’t cope
Two words:
Personal space
You’re sweet,
But overwhelming
I can’t take it!

I’m trapped!
I can’t get out
There’s no escape
For the society girl
Who’s had enough
My life so far
Has been a whirl of balls,
And frivolous girls
And meaningless courtships
These things are worthless
I feel no tie
To material possessions
Unlike other girls
Who prize riches
And pretty things
Above all else
I’ve had enough
But I’m trapped

My life is made up of nothing but
Gossip girls and gold-diggers
This is a nightmare
And I can’t wake up
It’s a never ending horror
Masquerade balls
And those under the masks
Still wear the disguise
Of money and rank
That hides who they
Truly are underneath
And I can’t help but think
I don’t want to be here
And I don’t want to keep up the act
But I can’t see the light
Of where I need to be

I need to start this life over,
Go somewhere where
No one knows me
And the secrets I’ve kept, told, and had
Is it too much to ask
For a fresh start, a second chance?
I’m boarding the next ship out of here
And discarding my old self
Like an outgrown skin
Good bye, cruel demons,
And good riddance