Looking for permission, I look everywhere.
I’m looking at you, can I be here? Or there?
I’m questioning my every move, each thought, every day
As I can not seem to simply find my way.
I ask my Mother to set me free, I ask my Dad to love me me me.
Can you please just tell me, is it OK to just be me?
I’m looking for you to show me how to be me right now?
No one gave me the Cliff notes on the My Life Show.
Who is it I have to know to just permit me to know…now.