Ramblings of a Green Eyed Girl

Although how can you know
Who you are till you know
What you want, which you don’t?
So then which do you pick:
Where you’re safe, out of sight,
And yourself, but where everything’s wrong?
Or where everything’s right
And you know that you’ll never belong?

And whichever you pick,
Do it quick,
‘Cause you’re starting to stick
To the steps of the palace.