Something Special - Kyla La Grange

Growing up slowly I could hardly wait

Had a book in each hand a heart hungry for praise

Tell me I’m good make my fucking day

Tell me I’m funny make me feel ok

Growing up lonely I could only play

At being somebody’s VIP someday

Tell me I’m pretty pick me for your play

Tell me I’m clever give me what I crave

I’m just a heartbeat

In the back seat

I’m just a dead dream

Behind a black screen

You just wanted to be something special, didn’t you?

You just wanted to win all the medals, didn’t you?

And now your body’s showing up the pain like cellophane

And there’s a feeling written in your face, a hurricane

Growing up angry I was on my way

Chan in each ear a job I fucking hate

Tell me I’m talented I need a break

Tell me I’ve got it all to throw away

I’m just a heartbeat

In the back seat

Just a dead dream

Behind a blank screen

You just wanted to be something special, didn’t you?

You just wanted to win all the medals, didn’t you?

And now your body’s showing up the pain like cellophane

And there’s a feeling written in your face, a hurricane

And if I only had more time then I would

If I only had money then I could

I’m sick of saying what I think that I could

Maybe the truth is that I can’t

You just wanted to be something special, didn’t you?

You just wanted to win all the medals, didn’t you?