You know what really drives me insane?

When people say life’s about dancing in the rain.

I’ve tried to let my body become the song

But what if the movements I do are all wrong?

I credit dance with being my only savior

So why do I still write prayers down on a piece of paper?

They say if you have problems turn to Jesus

But what if my problems don’t have a reason?

Maybe its teenage depression, I’m a drama queen.

Or maybe I’m not really as sane as I seem

Now the stage lights, they flash on

Is this what I’ll be remembered for once I’m gone?

There’s my Que, but there’s still one question to answer

Am I a damned human, or am I a happy dancer?