The pressure of adoration.
The pressure of your trust.
The pressure to keep on going,
when dreams have died and turned to dust.
I know you say you love me,
but I don't know if that's really true.
I think that some place in your heart,
I'm still just a little girl to you.
I don't blame you for hanging on,
for not wanting to let her go.
But I don't know how to keep living,
in the weight of her perfect shadow.
I feel like a disappointment,
for outgrowing the girl that you knew.
I feel like every step towards finding myself,
is a step taking me further from you.